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THE GLEN COLLECTION 
OF SCOTTISH MUSIC 
Presented by Lady Dorothea Ruggles- 
Brise to the National Library of Scotland, 
in memory of her brother, Major Lord 
George Stewart Murray, Black Watch, 
killed in action in France in 1914. 
28th January 1927. 



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the y^W 10 

TEA-TABLE 

MISCELLANY: 

O R, A 

COLLECTION 

OF CHOICE 

SONGS, 

Scots and English, 
In Four Volumes. 

Behold and liflen, •while the fair 
Breaks in fiweet founds the willing air ; 
And with her own breath fans the fire 
Which her bright eyes do firjl infpire: 
What reafon can that love controul 
Which more than one <way courts the foul 'F 

E. Waller, 

The Tenth Edition, 
Being the Com'pleateft and mod Correct 



of any yet publifhed 
By Allan Ramsay. 



Vol. I. 



LONDON: 

Printed for A. Millar, at Buchanan's Head, over- 
againft St. Clement's Church, in the Strand: And 
fold, by him, and by J. Hodges, at the Looking- 
Glafs, on London-Bridge. M.DCC.XL. 




DEDICATION. 

To ilka lovely British Lafs, 

frae Ladies Charlotte, Anne aftitjtm, 
Down to ilk bonny Jinging Befs, 

Wha dances barefoot on the Green. 



Dear Lass est, 

YOUR moft humble flave, 
Wha ne'er to ferve you fhall decline, 
Kneeling, wad your acceptance crave, 
When he prefents this fma' propine. 

Then take it kindly to your care, 
Revive it with your tunefV notes %■■ 

Its beauties will look fvveet and fair, 
Arifing faftly through your throats. 
A 3 The 



vi DEDICATION. 

The wanton wee thing will rejoice, 
When tented by a fparkling eye, 

The fpinnet tinkling with her voice, . 
It lying on her lovely knee. 

While kettles dringe on ingles dour, 
Or claihes ftay the lazy lafs ; 

Thir fangs may ward you frae the fowr, 
And gayly vacant minutes pafs. 

E'en while the tea's filFd reeking round, 
Rather than plot a tender tongue* 

Treat a' the circling lugs wi' found, 
Syne fafely fip when ye have fung.^ 

May happinefs had up your hearts, 
And warm you lang with loving fires : 

May pow'rs propitious play their parts, 
In matching you to your de fires. 



'EpINBURCH, 

January i, 1724, 



A. Ramsay, 




" 

. ■ 



PREFACE. 




i^J^f. LTHO 9 it be acknowledged^ that 
Ifi our Scots tunes have not length- 
ened variety of miifick, yet they 
have an agreeable gaiety and na- 
tural fweetnefs, that make them 
acceptable wherever they are known, not only 
among our/elves, but in other countries. Vhey 
are for the moft part fo ch earful , that on hear- 
ing them well play* d or Jung, we find a diffi- 
culty to keep ourfelves from dancing. What 
further adds to the ejleem we have for them, 
is, their antiquity, and their being umverfdlly 
known. Mankind's love for novelty would 
appear to contraditl this reafon -, but will not, 
when we confider, that for one that can tole- 
rably entertain with vocal or injlrumental mu~ 
fick, there are fifty that content themfelves with 
the pleafure of hearing, and Jinging without 
the trouble of being taught : Now, fuch are 
not judges of the fine flour ijhes of new mufick 
imported from Italy and elfewhere, yet will 
A 4 Mem 



viii PREFACE. 

lift en with pleafure to tunes that they know, and 
can join with in the chorus. Say that our way 
is only an harmonious fpeaking of merry, witty, 
or foft thoughts, after the poet has drefs'd 
them in four or five ftanzas -, yet undoubtedly 
thefe muft relifh heft with people, who have 
not left owed much of their time in acquiring 
a tafte for that downright perfecl muftck, 
which requires none, or very little of the poet's 
o0iftance, 

MT being well affured, how acceptable new 
words to known good tunes would prove, en- 
gaged me to the making verfes for above fixty 
of them, hi this and the fecond volume : about 
thirty more were done by fome ingenious young 
gentlemen, who were fo well pleafidwith my 
undertaking, that they generoufly lent me their 
off (fiance-, and to Ahem the lovers of fenfe and 
mufick are obliged for fome of the beft fongs in 
the collection. The reft are 'fuch old verfes as 
have been done time out of mind, and only want- 
ed to be cleared from the drofs of blundering 
tranferibers and printers ; fuch as, The Ga- 
berlunzie-man, Muirland Willy, &c. that 
claim their place in our colletJion, for their 
merry images of the low character. 

THIS tenth edition in a few years, and 
the general demand for the book by perfons of 
all ranks,, wherever our language is underftood, 
is a fure evidence of its being acceptable. My 

worths 



PREPAC E. is 

worthy friend Dr. Bannerman tells me from* 
America, 

Nor only do your lays o'er Britain flow, 
Round all the globe your happy fonnets go ; 
Here thy foft verfe, made to a Scottijb air, 
Are often fung by our Virginian fair. 
Camillas warbling notes are heard no more, 
But yield to Lajl time I came o'er the moor » 
Hydafpes and Rinaldo both give way 
To Mary Scot, T<weed-Jide, and Mary Gray. 

FROM this and the following volume ^ 
Mr, Thorn fon ( who is allowed by all, to be 
a good teacher and finger of Scots Songs) cull'd 
his Orpheus Caledonitis, the mvjick for both 
the voice and flute, and the words of the Jongs 
finely engraven in a folio book, for the life of 
perfons of the high eft quality in Britain, and 
dedicated to the late Queen, This, by the 
by, I thought proper to intimate, and do my 
felf that juftice which the publifher neglected 3 
fince he ought to have acquainted his illuftrious 
lift of fubferibers, that the moft of the fongs were 
mine, the mufick abftratled. 

IN my compositions and collections, I have 
kept out all fmut and ribaldry, that the mode ft 
voice and ear of the fair finger might meet 
with no affront \ the chief bent of all my ftti- 
dies being, to gain their good graces : and it 
fhall always be my care, to ward off thefe- 
frowns' that would prove mortal to my mufe. 

A 5 Now*. 



% P R E F A C E. 

Now, little books , go your ways \ be affured 
of favourable reception wherever the fun floines 
on the free-born chearful Briton -, fieal your 
felves into the ladies bofoms. Happy volumes ! 
you are to live too as long as the fong of Ho- 
mer in Greek and Englifh, and mix your ajhes 
only with the odes of Horace. Were it but my 
fate, when old and rufled, like you to be again 
reprinted, what a curious figure would I appear 
on the utmoft limits of time, after a thoufand 
editions ? Happy volumes ! you are fecure, but 
I muft yield \ pleafe the ladies, and take care 
of my fame. 

In hopes of this, fearlefs of coming age, 

Til f mile thro* life', and when for rhime renown d t 
77/ calmly quit the farce and giddy Ji age, 

And fleep beneath a flowery turf full found. 




INDEX, 



INDEX 



Beginning with the Firft Letter of every Song. 



The Songs mark' a' C, D, H, L, M, O, &c. are new 
Words by different Hands ', X, the Authors unknown ', 
Z, old Songs ', Q^ old Songs with Additions. 




A. 

H, Ch/oe, thou treafure, thou joy, &c, 
A lovely lafs to a friar came 
Ah, Claris, cou'd I now but lit 
As from a rock paft all relief 
Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen 
As Syfoia in a forefc lay 
And Til o'er the moor to Maggy 
At Polwart on the green 
As walking forth to view the plain 
Ah ! why thofe tears in Nelly s eyes 
Ah! the ftiepherd's mournful fate 
As I went forth to view the fpring 
Adieu for a while my native green plains 
~h An ril away to bonny Tweed fide 

As early I walk'd on the firft of fweet May 
-^Altho 1 I be but a country lafs 
. As I fat at my fpinning wheel 
Adieu the pleafant fports and plav3 

A 6 A 



Page 

34 
3 S 

46 
9* 
K% 
66 

6- 
66 
SB 
89 

136 

164. 
169 



fotnli 



xii INDEX. 

A fouthland Jenny that was right bonny 182 

As I came in by e ii e vlot fide 1 85 

A cock Jaird fu cadgie 1 94 

At fetting day and riling rnorn 208 

A nymph of the plain 225 

All in the Dewts the fleet was moor'd 230 

Ah ! bright Belinda, hither fly 234 

Alexis (hunn'd his fellow fwaing 247 

~^A quire of bright beauties 273 

'/-As charming Clara walk'd alone 274 

Amonglt the willows on the grafs 281 

A trifling fong ye ihali hear 283 

As the fnow in valleys lying 304 

• Awake, thou fairelt thing in nature 306 

Away you rover 309 

A four reformation 3 1 5 

As mufing I rang'd in a meadow alone 3 26 

All you that wou T d refine your blood 340 

•'••' As down in the meadows I chanced to pafs 354 

A cooler there was, and he liv'd in a itall 355 

p As I am a friend 372 

Ah! woes me, p©or Willy cry'd 377 

As tippling John was jogging on 39a 

As after noon, on fummer's day 397 

Alexis, how artlefs a lover 397 

A maid is like the golden oar 417 

A fox may Heal your hens, fir 419 

As Dolly was milking of the cows- 430' 

A woman's ware like china 436 

Aliift your vot'jy, friendly nine 445- 

B. 

By a murmuring ftream a fair fhepherdefs lay 17 

Blate Jonny faintly teld fair Jean his mind 24 

Bright Cynthia's power divinely great 35 
By fmooth winding fay a fwain was reclining 66 

Beneath a beech's grateful (hade 7 1 

By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth 75 

B-coeuil* a green fha4e I fa*id a fair maid 76- 



INDEX. xlli 

Beffys beauties fhine fae bright 97 

Bteit as the immortal gods is he 109 

Beauty from fancy takes its arms 1 1 2.* 

-/-Balow, my boy, ly itill and fleep 120' 

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bride 133 

Blyth Jocky young and gay 1 5 1 

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride 221 

Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues- 235 
Bleft as th' immortal gods is he .287 

Bacchus is a power divine 294 

Belinda with arTecled raeirc 310 

By the fide of a great kitchen fife 3*29 

Bacchus muft now his power refign 331 

Blyth, blyth, blyth was ihe 423 

By mafon's art the afpiring dome 346 

Believe my fighs, my tears, my dear 398 



25- 



Come let's ha'e rnair wine in 

Celeftial mufes, tune your lyres 29 

Come fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys 48 

Confefs thy love, fair bluming maid 1 1 8 

Come Florinda, lovely charmer 157 

Come here's to the nymph that I love 158 

Cauid be the rebels call 201 

Celia, let not pride undo ycu 254 

Cupid, god of pleating anguifh 271 

Celia, too late you wou'd repent 301 

Cupid, eafe a love-fick maid 327 

Come, neighbours, now we've made our hay 332 

Come, carles a' of fumblers ha' 357 

Come let us prepare 362 

Cuflom prevailing fo long *mongft the great 387 

Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her 394 

Come, love, let's walk by yonder fpring 407 

Care away, gae thou frae m« 408 

Come, lads, ne'er plague your heads 414 

Can love be controul'd by advice 418 

Celia now my heart hath broke 447 

tyumjiar- 



xiv INDEX. 

D. 

Dumbarton's drums beat bonny — O 49 

Dear Roger, if your Jenny geek 1 99 

Duty and part of reafon 206 

Defpairing befide a clear ftream 242 

* Do not ask me, charming Pbillis zyj 

Diogenes furly and prcud 289 

Damon, if you will believe me 306 

Did ever fwain a nymph adore 327 

Daphnis flood penfive in the (hade 382 

Dear Chloe, while thus beyond meafure 3 84 

Dear Colin, prevent my warm blufhes 40 1 

F. 

Fy let us a' to the bridal 82 
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean 1 1 o 

For the fake of fomebody 1 8 1 

Fair, fweet and young, receive a prize 184 

■^ Fair Iris and her fwain 232 

Fie! Liza, fcorn the little arts 234 

. Farewell, my bonny, witty, pretty Maggy 250 
From rofy bowers, where ileeps the god of love 256 

From grave lefibns and reftraint 284 

Fair A?noret is gone aftray 30^ 

From White's and Will's 346 

Flutt'ring fpread thy purple pinions 365 

Falfe tho' fhe be to me and love 399 



G. 

Gin ye meet a bonny lame 74 

Gi'e me a lafs with a lump of land 114 

Go, go, go, go falfefl of thy fex begone 310 

Gently touch the warbling lyre 347 

Gently ftir and blow the fire 347 

Good madam, when ladies are willing 401 

Good people, draw near -\ 441 



How 



INDEX. xv 

H. 

How fweetly fmells the fimmer green I 

Hear me, ye nymphs, and every fwain 2 

Hearken, and I will tell you how 7 

How blyth ilk morn was I to fee 13 

-/-Happy's the love which meets return 62 

Have you any pots or pans 96 

Honefl man John Ochiltree 1 25 

How happy is the rural clown 1 86 

How mall I be fad when a husband I hae 20 1 

Hid from himfelf now by the dawn 203 

Here are people and fports 268 

How happy are we 280 
Here's a health to the king, and a Iafling peace 291 

He that will not merry merry be 292 

-^-Hark how the trumpet founds to battle 303 

He, who for ever 309 

How happy a Hate does the miller poffefs 322 

How blell are beggar-lafTes 348 

Having fpent all my time 353 

How pleafant a failor's life paffes 364 

Happy the world in that blell age 3 85 

Hark? away, 'tis the merry ton'd horn 393 

-f~ How happy are we 424 

Hey ! my kitten, a kitten 439 

I. 

• Is Hamilla then my own 5 

In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er 36 
In April, when primrofes paint the fweet plain 42 

I will awa' wi' my love 63 

Jocky faid to Jeany, Jeany, wilt thou do't 70 

In winter when the rain rain'd cauld 105 

1t |J[t was the charming month of May j 19 

/wlf love's a fweet paffion why does it torment 1 24 

In January lail 128 

I tofs and tumble thro' the night 1 40 

I have a green purfe and a wee pickle gowd 168 

Jocky 



m INDEX. 

Jocky met with Jenny fair 17& 

Jocky fou, Jenny fain 178' 

I was anes a well tocher'd lafs 191 

I yield, dear laffie, you have won 201 

-/•Til range around the Ihady bowers z ^ 

In" this grove my Strephon walkt 272 

-/-Jolly mortals, fill your glaffes 293 

1*11 fail upon the dog-ilar 296 

If me be not kind as fair 306 

In fpite of love at length I've fosnd 307 

It was in and about the Martinmas time 343 

I thank thee, my friend 366 
I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink 368 

I once was a poet at London 374 

If heaven, its bleffmgs to augment 379 

In yonder town there wons a May 381 

rilling you a ditty r and warrant it true 385 

I had a heart, that now does heardefs gae 405 

In ancient times, in Britain's ifle 409 

If Phillis denies me relief 416 

If love the virgin's heart invade 41 7 

If you at an office follicit your due 421 

I hate the coward tribes 434 

In pimps and politicians 437. 

I am a poor maiden forfaken 444 ' 

K. 

Kindly,, kindly, thus my treafure 3 1 5 

L. 

Let's be jovial, fill our glaifes 6 

Look where my dear Hamilla fmiles 1 8 

Leave kindred and friends, fweet Betty 28 

LaiTie, lend me your braw hemp heckle 34 

Love's goddefs in a myrtle grove 43 j 

Love never more fhall give me pain 5$ 

Late in an evening forth I went ni 

Let meaner beauties ufe their art 209 
Laft Sunday at St. James's pray'rs 3 ~ 241- 

Love, 



INDEX. xvU 

Love, thou art the bell of human joys 242 

Let foldiers fight for prey or praife 250 

Leave off your foolim prating 25 3 

Leander on the bay 3 1 9 

Little fy rene of the flage 3 7 £ 
Let's drink, my friends, while here we live ji 413 
Let us drink and be merry, dance joke and rejoice 424 

Let matters of ftate 433 

M. 

My Jocky blyth for what thou has done 59 

My mither's ay gloran o'er me^ 62 

My lweetefl May, let love incline thee 70 

My dear and only love, I pray 102. 

March, march 13 l 

My Fatie is a lover gay 1 3 4. 

My Jeany and I have toiPd 156 

My ibger laddie 195 

My Peggy is a young thing 198 

-f-My days have been fo wond'rous free 229 

Maiden frefh as a rofe 240 

My friend and I 248 

-/.My Chloe, why do ye flight me 271 

My dear miftrefs has a heart 296 

May the ambitious ever find 300 

My goddefs Lydia, heavenly fair 302 

My dearefl maid, fince you defire 375 

Man may efcape from rope and gun 420 

My love was fickle once and changing 448 

N. 

Nanjy to the green wood gane 19 

Now wat yewha I met yeitreea 6i 

Now the fun's gane outo' fight y^ 

Now Pbcebus advances on high 92 

Now fpring begins her fmiling round 146 

Now all thy virgin- fweets are mine 173 

Now from rufticity, and love 205 

Now God be wi' old Symon 433 

O lovely 



XV1U 



INDEX. 



* O lovely maid ! how dear's thy pow'r 14 

* O Bell, thy looks have kill'd my heart 3 1 
O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn 44 
O Befy Bell and Mary Gray 5 3 
Of race divine thou needs muft be 68 
O Mary, thy graces and glances 89 
O fteer her up and had her gawn 95 
O mither dear, I gin to fear 1 26 
Of all the birds whofe tuneful throats 1 27 
One day I heard Mary fay 1 29 
O come away, come away 152' 
O had away, had away 1 5 2 
O wha's that at my chamber door 1 54 
Over the mountains ~ 1 63 
O waly, waly up the bank 1 70 
O virgin kind ! we canna tell 190 
O Jeany, Jeany, where has thou been 192 
O dear Peggy, love's beguiling 200 
Of all the girls that are fo fmart 236 
Oh love ! if a god thou wilt be 23 8 
On a bank befide a willow 246 
Oh lead me to fome peaceful gloom 257 
Oh lead me to fome peaceful room 257 
Of all comforts I mifcarried 2'66 
Oh! the charming month of May 27b 

* One evening as I lay 275 
One long Whitfun holy-day 279 
One April mom, when from the fea 280 
O furprifing lovely fair 308 
On a bank of flowers 3 1 1 
Oh! happy, happy grove 313 
On E trick banks, in a fummer's night 3 1 7 
O my heart ! my heavy, heavv heart 339 
O grant me, kind Bacchus 345 
Of Leijler, fam'd for maidens fair, 349 
One Sunday after mafs 352 
Of all the torment, all the care 392 

Of 



INDEX. xix 

Of all the girls in our town 39? 
Oar Pollyis a fad flat! nor heeds what we taught her 418 
Our felves, like the great, to fecure a retreat 42* 
Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles 428 

OnWbitfunday morning 4 2 9 

Of all the trades from eall to well 43 3 

P. 

Pain'd with her flighting Jami/s love 5 ' 

Peggy, row the king's come 202 

Pious Selinda goes to prayers 257 

Pray now, John, let Jug prevail 259 

-fPretty parrot fay, when I was away 267 

Pbillis the faireft of love's foes 27 & 

Prithee, Sufan, what doll mule on 297 

Prithee, Billy, be'nt fo filly 3*5 

Proud woman, I fcorn you 389 

Pbillis defpife not your faithful lover 415 

Pure as the new-fallen fnow appears 43 $ 

R. 

Return hameward, my heart again 91 

Rob's Jock came to woo our Jenny 1 66 

Remember, Damon, you did tell 245 

S. 

Subjecled to the power of love 29 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot 49 

Sweet fir, for your courtefie 50 

Stvift, Sandy, Young, and Gay 107 

Somnolent e 130 

» Since all thy vows, falfe maid 134 

Sandy in Edinburgh was born 145 

Saw ye Jenny Nettles 1 yj 

Sound, found the mufick, found if 196 

Speak on, fpeak thu?, and ftill my grief 206 

Stately ftept he eaft the wa' 211 

-f Send home my long ftray'd eyes to me 226 

Sweet are the charms of her I love 23 1 

SteM 



xx INDEX. 

Stella and Flwvia every honr 235 

See, fee, (he wakes, Sabina wakes 257 

See, fee, my $»raphina comes 259 
Since times are fo bad I muft tell thee, fweet-heart 261 

See, firs , fee here ! a do&or rare 269 

Belinda fure's the brighter! thing 282 

• Some fay women are like the fea 285 
Since we die by the help of good wine 293 
Shall I, wafting in defpair 304. 
So much I love thee, O my treafure ! 323 
Singing charms the bleft above 323 

i<>Saw ye the nymph whom I adore 343 

Since drinking has power to bring us relief 345 

* Sweet Nelly t my heart's delight 368 
Since laws were made for ev^xy degree 423 
Sum up all the delights 429 

T. 

Tho' beauty like the rofe 3 

Teach me, Cbloe, how to prove 16 

'Tis I have feven braw new gowns 2 1 

The meal was dear fhort fyne 26 

Tell me, Hamilla, tell me why 30 

* Tell me, tell me, charming creature 36 

'Twas fummer, and the day was fair, 37 

Thelaft time I come o'er the moor 39 

The lafs of Featys mill 40 

Tho* for feven years and mair honour, &c. 54 

Itbby has a ftore of charms 7 2 

The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee 78 

The lawland lads think they are fine 8$ 

T The collier has a daughter 87 

This is not mine ain houfe 92 

The maltman comes on Munday 97 

There was a wife won'd in a glen roo 

The fhepherd Adonis 1 14 

The carle he came, o'er the croft 117 

The night her filent fable wore 123 

Twas at the fearful midnight hour 1 3 7 



T 1 



The 



INDEX. xxi 

The fun was funk b«neath the hill 1 39 

The morn was fair faft was the air 142 

The widow can bake, and the widow can brew 149 

The lawland maids gang trig and fine 150 

^-'Tis not your beauty, nor your wit 155 

The yellow hair'd laddie fat down on yon brae 183 

Thus let us ftudy night and day 1 84 

The dorty will repent 200 

The laird who in riches and honour 202 

The bonny grey eyed morning begins to peep 208 

Ten years, like Troy, my ftubborn heart 228 

'Twas when the feas were roaring 244 

The ordinance a-board 251 

Tho' cruel you feem to my pain 255 

Tranfported with pleafure 273 

The fages of old 313 

The fmiling morn, the breathing fpring 318 

There came a ghoft to Margaret's door 3 24 

'Twas at the mining mid-day hour 333 

There was anes a May, and me loo'd na men 336 

The graces and the wandring loves 342 

Tarry woo, tarry woo 378 

The terrible law when its fallens its paw 387 

The play of love is now begun 3 87 

To Fanny fair could I impart 388 

The nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind 392 

The fweet rofy morn peeps over the hills 303 

The fun v/as funk beneath the hill 395 

Thirfii a yourig and am'rous fwain 399 

There gowans are gay, my joy 404 

Thro' all the employments of life 416 

'Tis woman that feduces all mankind 417 

The mifer thus a milling fees 419 

The gamefters and lawyers are jugglers alike 420 

The nrft time at the looking-glafs 42* 

Thus gamefters united in friendlhip are found 422 

The modes of the court fo common are grown 422 

The gypfies came to our good lord's gate 427 

The world is always jarring 434 

'Tis 



io4 
443 



x*ii I N D E X. 

*Tis wine that clears the underilanding 43 5 

There were three lads in our town 436 

The manners of the great affecl: 43 6 

U, 
• Upon a fair morning for foft recreation 
Upbraid me not, capricious fair 

W. 

What beauties does Flora difclofe 4 

When we meet again, Pbely 9 

When flowry meadows deck the year 1 1 

Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow . 12 

While fops in faft Italian ver.fe 22 

When we came to London town 31 
When innocent paftim'e'our pleafure did crown 32 

While fome for pleafure pawn their health 43 

When trees 4idbud, and fields were green 45 

What means this.nicenefs now of late 57 

With broken words, and down-cart eyes 77 

Where wad bonn^ Anne ly 80 

Will "ye go to the ew-bughts, Marion 81 

What numbers ihall the mufe repeat. 26 

When I think on my lad 93 

When abfent from the nymph I love ' 116 

With tuneful pipe and hearty glee •• 141 

When fummer comes the fwains on Tweed 144 

^Willy, ne'er enquire what end 148 

When I've a faxpence under my thumb 154 

I When beauty blazes heavenly bright 160 

While our flocks are. a feeding 261 

When Phaehm bright the azure skies 179 

Willy was a. wanton wag b 183 
When firft my dear laddie gade to the green hill 202 

Were I aflur'd youll conftant prove 204 

Well I agree, you're fare of me 205 

«• When hope was quite funk in defpair 207 

WhiHi I fondly view the charmer 227 

Whilft I gaze on Chios trembling 228 

Would 



INDEX. xxiii 

t Would you have a young virgin of fifteen years 237 

Why fo pale and wan, fond lover 248 
We'll drink, and we'll never have done, boys 253 

While the lover is thinking 253 

Where oxen do low 263 

When Chloe we ply 278 

-/Wou'd you chufe a wife 286 

Why lhou'd a foolifti marriage vow 295 

When lovely Phillis thou art kind 298 

Why we love, and why we hate 303 

When bright Aurelia tript the plain 308 

While filently I lov'd, nor dar'd 3 : z 

We all to conquering beauty bow 2 14, 

Willfs rare, and Willys fair 3 2 1 
When betimes on the morn to the fields we repair 330 

When the bright God of day % t \** 

Whilft I alone your foul pofleft 238 

-When I was a young lad .r. 

When my locks are grown hoary ?6o 

When thy beauty appears „-, Q 

Would fate to me Belinda give 20 

When Delia on the plain appears ^qg 

What tho' they call me country lafs ?q 2 

Whoe'er beholds my Helen's face t 0Q 

Why will Florella, when I gaze \ 2 

Were I laid on Greenland's coaft t^ 

When you cenfure the age ? * 

What gudgeons are we men 7- 
What woman cou'd do, I have try'd to be free L» 2 

When gay Philander fell a prize J* 8 

With ev'ry grace young Strepbon chofe JL 
We have no idle pratting 



443 



¥: 



Virgins are like the fair flower in its Mre a i g 

Virgins, if e'er at laft it prove ^ 1 



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XXIV 



INDEX. 



I© 



Ye powers ! was Damon then Co bleft 

Ye God's ! was Strepbon's pi&ure bleft 1 5 

Ye gales that gently wave the fea 1 8 
Ye watchful guardians of the fair , . 4 1 
Ye ihepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain 47 

Young Philander woo'd me lang 1 89 

Ye blytheftlads and laffes gay 193 

Young Cory don and Phillis 258 

Ye beaux of pleafure 274 

^-Yes I could love, if I cou'd find 287 

You may ceafe to complain 288 

Ye virgin powers, defend my heart 295 

-A You that love mirth, attend to my fong 299 

Yes, all the world will fure agree 3 01 

Ye highlands and ye lawlands 35 6 

Young Roger came tapping 37° 

Young Roger of the rail! 379 

Young virgins love pleafure 4 00 

You meaner beauties of the night 4^3 

Ye nymphs and iilvan gods 4 1 1 

Youth's the feafon made for joys 420 

Ye powers that o'er mankind prefide 43 V 




Bonny 



{ I ) 




Bonny CHRISTY. 

HOW fweetly fmells the fimmer green ! 
Sweet tafte the peach and cherry ; 
Painting and order pleafe our een 3 
And claret makes us merry ; 
But fincil colours, fruits and flowers, 

And wine, tho' I be thirfly, 
Lofs a 1 their charms and weaker powers, 
Compar'd with thofe of Chrifly. 

When wand'ring o'er the flow'ry park, 

No nat'ral beauty wanting, 
How lightfome is't to hear the lark, 

And birds in confort chanting ? 
But if my Chrifly tunes, her voice, 

I'm rapt in admiration ; 
My thoughts with extalies rejoice, 

And drap the hale creation. 

Whene'er flie fmiles a kindly glance, 

I take the happy omen, 
And aften mint to make advance, 

Hoping (he'll prove a woman : 
But, dubious of my ain defert, 

My fentiments I fmother ; 
With fecret fighs I vex my heart, 

For fear fhe love another. 

Thus fang blate Edie by a burn, 

His Chrifly did o'er-hear him ; 
She doughtna let her lover mourn, 

But e'er he will drew near him. 

Vol. I. B gfo 



(2 ) 

She fpake her favour with a look, 
Which left nae room to doubt her ; 

He wifely this white minute took, 
And flang his arms about her. 

My Cbrify ! — -witnefs, bonny ftream, 

Sic joys frae tears arifing, 
I wifh this may na be a dream ; 

O love the maifl furprifing ! 
Time was too precious now for tauk } 

This point of a' his wifhes 
He wadna with fet fpeeches bauk, 

But war'd it a' on kifles. 



The BuJJo aboon Traquair. 

HEAR me, ye nymphs, and every fwain, 
Til tell how Peggy grieves me, 
Tho' thus I languifh, thus complain, 

Alas f fhe ne'er believes me. 
My vows and fighs, like filent air, 

Unheeded never move her ; 
At the bonny bufli aboon Traquair, 
' Twas there I firft did love her. 

That day me fmiPd, and made me glad, 

No maid feem'd ever kinder ; 
I thought myfelf the luckieft lad, 

So fweetly there to find- her. 
I try'd to footh my am'rous flame, 

In words that I thought tender ; 
I f more there pafs'd, I'm not to blame, 

I meant not to offend her. 

Yet now fhe icornful flees the plain, 

The fields we then frequented ; 
If e 3 er we meet fhe fhews difdain, 

She looks as ne^er acquainted. 

The 



(3 ) 

The bonny bum bloom'd fair in May, 
Its fweets I'll ay remember ; 

But now her frowns make it decay, 
It fades as in December. 

Ye rural powers, who hear my flrains, 

Why thus mould Peggy grieve me ? 
Oh ! make her partner in my pains, 

Then let her fmiles relieve me. 
If not, my love will turn defpair, 

My paflion no more tender, 
I'll leave the bum aboon Traquair, 

To lonely wilds I'll wander. 



An ODE. 

To the Tune of, Polwarth on the Green. 

TH O' beauty, like the rofe 
That fmiles on Polwarth green, 
In various colours mows, 
As 'tis by fancy feen : 
Yet all its different glories ly 

United in thy face, 
And vertue, like the fun on high, 
Gives rays to ev'ry grace. 

So charming is her air, 

So fmooth, fo calm her mind, 
That to fome angel's care 
Each motion feems affign'd : 
But yet fo chearful, fprightly, gay, 

The joyful moments fly, 
As if for wings they Hole the ray 
She darteth from her eye. 

Kind am'rous Cupids, while 

With tuneful voice fhe fings, 
Perfume her breath and fmile, 

And wave their balmy wings i 

B 2 But 



(4) 



4 

Bat as the tender blufhes rife, 
Soft innocence doth warm, 

The foul in blifsful extafies 
Diflblveth in the charm. 



TWEED-SIDE. 

WHAT beauties docs Flora difciofe ? 
How fweet are her fmiles upon Tweed f 
Yet Marys Hill fweeter than thofe ; 

Both nature and fancy exceed. 
Nor daify, nor fweet bluming rofe, 

Not all the gay flowers of the field, 

Not Tweed gliding gently thro' thofe, 

Such beauty and pleafure does yield. 

The warblers are heard in the grove, 

The linnet, the lark, and the thrum, 
The black-bird, and fweet cooing dove, 

With mufick enchant ev'ry bulb. 
Come, let us go forth to the mead, 

Let us fee how the primrofes fpring, 
We'll lodge in fome village on Tweed, 

And love while the feather'd folks fing* 

Hew does my love pafs the long day ? 

Does Mary not 'tend a few fheep ? 
Do they never carelefly ftray, 

While happily Ihe lyes afleep ? 
Tweed's murmurs mould lull her to reft ; 

Kind nature indulging my blifs, 
To relieve the foft pains of my breaft, 

I'd Ileal an ambroiial kifs. 

*Tis Hie does the virgins excell, 

No beauty with her may compare ; 

Love's graces all round her do dwell, 
She's faireft, where thoufands are fair. 



Say, 



(5 ) 

Say, charmer, where do thy flocks ftray f 
Oh ! tell me at noon where they feed j 

Shall I feek them on fweet winding Taj, 
Or the pleafanter banks of the Tweed ? 



SONG, 

To the Tune of, Woe's my heart that <imJ2:quM /under. 

IS Hamijla then my own ? 
O ! the dear, the charming treafure i 
.Fortune now in vain (hall frown > 
All my future life is pleafure. 

See how rich with youthful grace, 

Beauty warms her evVy feature ; 
Smiling heaven is in her face,- 

All is gay, and all is nature. • 

See what mingling cfejfis arife, 

Rofy fmiles, and kindling blufhes I 
Love fits laughing in her eyes, 

And betrays her fecret wifhes. 

Hade then from th' Idalian grove, 

Infant fmiles, and fports, and graces ; 

Spread the downy couch for love, 
Aud lull us in your fweet embraces. 

Softeft raptures, pure from noife, 

This fair happy night furround us } 
While a thoufand fp'ritly joys 

Silent flutter all around us. 

Thus unfowr'd with care or ftrife, 

Heaven flill guard this deareft bleffing ! 

While we tread the path of life, 

Loving ftill, and ltill pofleffing. S,' 

B 3 A S O N G r 



(6) 



SONG, 



LE T's be jovial, fill our glafles, 
Madnefs 'tis for us to think, 
How the warld is rul'd by afies, 

And the wife are fway'd by chink. 
Fa, la, ra, &c. 

Then never let vain cares opprefs us, 
Riches are to them a fnare ; 

We're ev'ry one as rich as Crcefus, 

While our bottle drowns our care* 
Fa, la, ra, &c. 

Wine will make us red as rofes. 
And our forrows quite forget : 

Come, let us fuddle all our nofes, 
Drink ourfelves quite out of debt. 

Fa, la, ra, &c. 

When grim death is looking for us, 
We are toping at our bowls, 

"Bacchus joining in the chorus : 

Death be gone, here's none but fouls. 

Fa, la, ra, &c. 

Godlike Bacchus thus commanding, 
Trembling death away mall fly, 

Ever after undemanding 
Drinking fouls can never dy„ 

Fa, la, ra, &c. 



Mulrland 



(7) 



Muirland Willie. 

HARKEN and I will tell you how 
Young Muirland Willie came to woo; 
Tho' he could neither fay nor do ; 

The truth I tell to you. 
But ay he crys', whate'er betide^ 
Maggy, Tfe ha'e her to be my bride, 
With a fa I, da I, &c. 

On his gray yade as he did ride, 
With dark and piftol by his fide, 
He prick'd her on wi' meikle pride, 

Wi' meikle mirth and glee. 
Out o'er yon mofs, out o'er yon muky 
Till he came to her dady's door, 
With a fat, dal> &c. 

Goodman, quoth he, be ye within, 
Fm come your doghter's love to win, 
I care no for making meikle din i 

What anfvver gi' ye me ? 
Now, wooer, quoth he, wou'd ye light down,, 
I'll gie ye my Doghter's love to win, 
With a fal, dal, &c. 

Now, wooer, fin ye are lighted down, 
Where do ye win, or in what town ? 
I think my doghter winna gloom 

On lie a lad as ye. 
The wooer he ftep'd up the houfe, 
And wow but he was wond'rous croufe ; 
With a faly dal, &c. 

I have three owfen in a plough, 
Twa good ga'en yads, and gear enough, 
The place they ca' it Cadeneugh j 
I fcorn to tell a lie: 

B 4 Befides, 



(8 ) 

Befides, I had frae the great laird, 
A peat-pat, and a lang kail-yard„ 
With a fit, Sec. k 

The maid put on her kirtle brown, 
She was the braweft in a' the town ; 
I wat on him fhe did na gloom, 

But blinkit bonnilie. 
The lover he ilended up in hafte, 
And gript her hard about the wafle, 
With a fa/, &c. 

To win your love, maid, I'm come here,. 
Fm young, and hae enough o' gear ; 
And for my fell you need na fear, 
Troth try me whan ye like. 
He took aff his bonnet, and fpat in his chew, 
He dighted his gab, and he pri'd her mou', 
With a fa/, Sec. 

The maiden blufht and bing'd fu law, 
She had na will to fay him na, 
But to her dady me left it a* 
As they twa cou'd agree. 
The lover he ga'e her the tither kifs, 
Svne ran to her dady, and tell'd him fills* 
With a fa/, Sec. 

Your doghter wad. na fay me na, 
But to your fell me has" left it a',. 
As we cou'd gree between us twa ; 
Say what 3 11 ye gi' me w? her ? 
Now, wooer, quo* he, I ha'e na meikle^ 
But lie's I ha'e ye's get a pickle* 
With a fai, Sec. 

A kilnfu of corn I'll gi'e to thee, 
Three foums of meep, twa good milk ky, 
Ye's ha'e the wadding dinner free ; 
Troth I dow do na mair. 

Content, 



(9) 

Content, quo' he, a bargain be't, 

Tm far frae hame, make hafte let's do't, 

With a fal, &c. 

The bridal day it came to pafs, 
Wi' mony a blythfome lad and lafs ; 
But ficken a day there never was, 

Sic mirth was never feen. 
This winfome couple ftraked hands, 
Mefs John ty'd up the marriage bands, 
With a fal, Sec. 

And our bride's maidens were na few, 
Wi' tap-knots, lug-knots, a' in blew, 
Frae tap to tae they were braw new, 

And blinkit bonnilie* 
Their toys and mutches were fae clean, ', 
They glanced in our ladfes' een, 
With a fal, &c. 

Sic hirdum, dirdum, and fie din, 
Wi' he o'er her, and me o'er him ; 
The minftrels they did never blin, 

Wi' meikle mirth and glee. 
And ay they bobit, and ay they beckt, 
And ay their wames together met, 
With a fal, Sec. 



The promts' d Joy. 

To the Tune of, Carle and the King come, 

WHE Nive meet again, Phely, . 
When nve meet again, Phely, 
Raptures 'will reward our pain, 
And loft refult in £<?/#,' Phely, 

B $.; ]Loii| 



( io ) 

Long the fport of fortune driven,. 
To defpair our thoughts were giv'n,. 
Our odds will all be ev'ii, Phely,. 
When <we meet again, Phely, &c*. 

Now in dreary diftant groves, 
The' we moan like turtle-doves, 
Suffering bell our virtue proves, 

And will enhance our loves, Phely,, 
When <voe. meet again, Phely, &c. 

Joy will come in a furprize, 
*Tiil its happy hour arife ; 
Temper well your love-fick fighs, 
For hope becomes the wife, Phely*. 
When *we meet again, Phely, 
When <we meet again, Phely, 
Raptures will reward our pain, 
Jlnct lofs refult in gain, Phely. 



M. 



To Deli a, on her drawing him to her 
Valentine. 

To the Tune of, Black Efd Sufan, 

YE powers I was Damon then fo blefl,. 
To fall to charming Delias fhare. 
Delia, the beauteous maid, pofTeft 

Of all that's foft, and all that's fair ? 
Here ceafe thy bounty, O indulgent heav'n^ 
I ask no more, for all my wifh is given. 

1 came,, and Delia fmiling fhow'd, 
She fmil'd, and fhow'd the happy name ; 
. With rifmg joy my heart o'erflow'd, 
I kit and-blell the new born-flame. 

May 



( s ) 

May fofteft pleafures carelefs round her move,.. 
May all her nights be joy, and days be love. 

She drew the treafure from her breaft, 
That breaft where love and graces play, 
O name beyond expreflion bleft ! 
Thus lodg'd with all that's fair and gay. 
To be fo lodg'd ! the thought is extafy, 
Who would not wifh in paradife to ly ? 



The Faithful Shepherd. 
To the Tune of, Auld lang fyne. 

WHEN flow'ry meadows deck the year, 
And fporting lambkins play 9 
When fpangFd fields renew'd appear, 

And mufick wak'd the day ; 
Then did my Chloe leave her bow'r, 

To hear my am'rous lay, 
Warm'd by my love, fhe vow'd no pow'r 
Shou'd lead her heart aftray. 

The warbling quires from ev'ry bough 

Surround our couch in throngs, 
And all their tuneful art bellow, 

To give us change of fongs : 
Scenes of delight my foul poffefs'd,. 

I blefs'd, then hug'd my maid » 
I rob'd the kifles from her breaft, 

Sweet as a noon-day's made. 

Joy tranfporting never fails 

To fly away as air, 
Another fwain with her prevail 

To be as falfe as fair. 
What can my fatal pamon cure I 

I'll never woo again ; 
All her difdain I mull endure, 

Adoring her in vain. O, 

B 6 What 



( 12 ) 

What pity 'tis to hear the boy' 

Thus fighing with his pain ; 
But time and fcorn m-ay. give him joy, 

To hear her fighagainv 
Ah ! fickle Cbloe, be advis'd, 

Do not thy {'elf beguile, 
A faithful lover fhould be priz'd, 

Then cure him with a /mile. 



To Mris, S. H; on her taking fomething 
ill I J aid. 

To the Time of, Hallow Ev'n. 

WHY hangs that cloud upon thy brow ? 
That beauteous heav'n ere while ferene f 
Whence do thefe ftorms and tempefts flow, 
Or what this guft of paffion mean ?• 
And muft then mankind lofe that light, 
Which in thine eyes was wont to mine, 
And ly. obfcur'd in endlefs night, 
Sox each poor filly fpeech of mine ?? 

Dear child, how can I wrong thy name,- 
Since 'tis acknowledged at all hands, 
That could ill tongues abufe thy fame, 
Thy beauty can make hrge amends : 
Or i£ I durft profanely try 
Thy beauty's pow'rful charms ^ upbraid/ 
Thy virtue well might give the lie, 
Nor call thy beauty to its aid; 

For Venus every heart t'enfnare, 
With all her charms has deckt thy face 9 
And Pallas with unu&al care, 
Bids wifdom heighten every grace, 
Who can the double pail endure ? 
Oi who mult not pefign the field.. 



?Y 



( i3 ) 

To thee, celeftial maid, fecure 
With Cupid's bow and Pallas' Ihield r 

If then to thee fuch pow'r is given, 
Let not a wretch in torment live, 
But fmile, . and learn to copy heaven, : 
Since we muft fin ere it forgive.- 
Yet pitying heaven not only does 
Forgive th' offender -and th' 'offence, . 
But even itfelf : appeas' d bellows,. 
As the reward of penitence. HC. 



The Broom of Cowdenknows e . 

HO W blyth ilk morn was I to fee 
The fwain come o'er the hill ! 
He skipt the burn, and ftew to me : . 
I met him with good will. 

the broom, . the bonny bonny broom, , 
The broom of. Cowdenknows ; 

1 wijh I were with my dear fwain,-, 

With his pipe and my ews. 

I neither wanted ew nor lamb,\ 
While his flock near me lay : 
He gather' d in my fheep at night, , 
' And chear'd me a' the day, 
Q the broom, Sec. 

He tun'd his pipe and reed fae fweet s 

Thcburds ftood liftning by : 
E'en the dull cattle ftood and gaz'd, . 

Charm' d with his melody. 
the broom, &c. 

While thus we fpent our time by turns-, 

Betwixt our flocks and play : 
Ienvy'd not the fairefl dame, 

Tho' ne'er fke rich and gay. 
O th$ brcQm^ &c. 

Hard 



( 14) 

Hard fate that I ftiou'd banifh'd be, 

Gang heavily and mourn, 
Becaufe I lov'd the kindeft fwain 

That ever yet was born. 
the broom, &c. 

He did oblige me ev'ry hour, 

Cou'd I but faithftf be ? 
Ke Haw my heart: Cou'd I refufe 

Whate'er he ask'd of me ? 
O the broom, &c. 

My doggie, and my little kit 

That held my v/ee fonp whey, 
My plaidy, broach, and crooked flick, 

May now ly ufelefs by. 
O the broom, &c. 

Adieu, ye Coivdenknonvs, adieu, 

Farewell a' pleafures there ; 
Ye gods, reflore me to my fwain, 

Is a 1 I crave or care. 
O the broom, the bonny bonny broom, 

The broom of Cowdenknows : 
/ nvijb I were with my dear fwain ^ 

With his pipe and my eivs. S. R. 



To Chloe. 

To the Tune of, Iwijb my Love were in a Min* 

O Lovely maid ! how dear's thy pow r i 
At once I love, at once adore : 
With wonder are my thoughts pofleft, 
While fofteit love infpires my breaft. 
This tender look, thefe eyes of mine, 
Confefs. their am'rous matter thine 3 

Theft 



( i5) 

Thefe eyes with Strepkoifs paffion play, 
Firft make mc love, and then betray. 

Yes, charming viclor, I am thine,. 
Poor as it is, this heart of mine 
Was never in another's pow'r, 
Was never pierc'd by love before, r 
In thee I've treaiur'd up my joy, 
Thou can'ft give blifs, or blifs deftroy t 
And thus I've bound myfelf to love, 
While blifs or mifery can move. 

O mould I ne'er poffefs thy charms, 
Ne T er meet my comfort in thy arms ; 
Were hopes of dear enjoyment gone,. 
Still would I love, love thee alone. 
But, like fome difcontented made 
That wanders where its body's laid,. 
Mournful I'd roam with hollow glare, 
For ever exil'd from my fair. 



Upon hearing his PiBure was in ChloeV 
Breaji. 

To the Tune of, The fourteen of October, 

YE gods ! was Strephorfs picture blefl: 
With the fair heaven of Cbloeh breaft ? 
Move fofter, thou fond fluttering heart. 
Oh gently throb,— too fierce thou art. 
Tell me thou brighteft of thy kind, 
For Strephon was the blifs defign'd ? - 
For Strephon's fake, dear charming maidj, 
Didft thou prefer his wand'ring fhade ? 

And thou bleft made, that fweetly art 
Lodged fo near my Cb/oe's heart, 
For me the tender hour improve, 
And foftly tell how dear I love, 

Ungrate- 



( i6 ) 

Ungrateful thing ! it fcorns to hear " 
Its wretched mailer's ardent pray'r, 
Ingroffing all that beauteous heaven, 
That Cbioe, lavifh maid, : has given- 

I cannot blame thee : Were I lord 
Of all the wealth thofe breafts afforcl, '. 
I'd be a mifer too, nor give 
An alms to keep a God alive. 
Oh fmile not thus, my lovely fair," 
On thefe cold looks, that lifelefs air, 
Prize him whofe bofom glows with fire, 
With eager love and foft defire. 

'Tis true thy charms, O powerful maid-, 
To life can bring the filent made j ; 

Thou can'il furpafs the painter's art, 
And real warmth and flames impart. 
But oh I it ne'er can love like me, 
I've ever lov'd, and lov'd but thee : 
Then, charmer, grant my fond requeft, 
Say thou canfl love, and make me.bleft. 



.. Song for a Serenade: 

To the Tune of, The broom of Cowdenknows, 

TEACH me, Cbloe, how to prove 
My boafted flame fmcere : 
* 1 is hard to tell how dear I love, 
And hard to hide my care. 

Sleep in vain difplays her charms, 

To bribe my foul to reft, 
Vainly fpreads her fdken afms, 

And courts me to, her breaJL 

Where 



( '7) 

Where can Strephon find repofe, 

If Chloe is not there ? 
For ah ! no peace his bofom knows, 

When abfent from the fair. 

What tho' Phezbm from on high 

Withholds his chearful ray, 
Thine eyes can well his light ftipply, 

And give me more than day. L. 

Love is the Caufe of my Mourning. 

BY a murmuring ftream a fair fhephercfefs lay, 
Be fc kind, Oye nymphs, I oftimes heard her fay, 
Tell Strephon I die, if he paries this way, 
Aud that love is the caufe of my mourning. 
Falfe fhepherds that tell me of beauty and charms, 
You deceive me, for Strephon's cold heart never warms* 
Yet bring me this Strephon, let me die in his arms. 
Oh Strephon ! the caufe of my mourning. 

But firft, faid fhe, let me go 

Down to the ihades below, 

E'er ye let Strephon know 

That I have lov'd him fo : 
Then on my pale cheek no blufhes will mow 
That io-ve was the caufe of my ?7iourning. 

Her eyes were fcarce clofed when Strephon came by," ' 
He thought fhe'd been Sleeping, and foftly drew nigh ; 
But finding her breathlefs, oh heavens ! did he cry,_ 
Ah Chloris ! the caufe of my mourning. 
Reftore me my Chloris, ye nymphs, ufe your art, 
They fighing, reply'd, 'twas yourfelf (hot the dart 
That wounded the tender young mepherdefs' heart;.. 
And kilPd the poor Chloris nvith mourning. 

Ah then is Chloris dead, 

Wounded by me ! he faid ; 

111 follow thee, chafte maid, 

Down to the filent Ikade. 

The.**- 



( i8 ) 

Then on her cold fnowy breaft leaning his head, 
Expired the poor Strephon <wkh mourning. X. 

To Mris. A. H. on feeing her at a 
Confort. 

To the Tune of, The bonnieft Lafs in a 9 the fflarld, 

LOOK where my dear Hami/Ia fmiles, 
Hamilla f heavenly charmer j 
See how with all their arts and wiles 

The Loves and Graces arm her. 
A blufh dwells glowing on her cheeks, 

Fair feats of youthful pleafures, 
There love in fmiling language fpeaks* 
There fp reads his rofy treafures. 

G fair eft maid, I own thy powV, 

I 'gaze, I figh, and languifh, 
Yet ever, ever will adore, 

And triumph in my anguilh. 
But eafe, O charmer, cafe my care, 

And let my torments move thee i 
As thou art faireft of the fair, 

So I the dearefl love thee. 2. C. 



The Bonny SCOT. 

To the Tune of, The Boat-man f . 

YE gales that gently wave the fea, 
And pleafe the canny boat-man, 
Bear me frae hence, or bring to me 
My brave, my bonny Scot — man : 
In haiy bands 
We join'd our hands, 

Yet 



( '9> 

Yet may not this di (cover, 

While parents rate 

A large eitate, 
Before a fakhfu' lover. 

But I loor chufe in Highland glens 

To herd the kid and goat— man, 
E'er I cou'd for fie little ends 
Refufe my bonny Scot— man. 

Wae worth the man 

Wha firft began 
The bafe ungenerous fafhion, 

Frae greedy views 

Love's art to ufe, 
While ftrangers to its paffton. 

Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth, 

Hafte to thy longing laffie, 
Who pants to prefs thy bawmy mouth, 
And in her bofom hawfe thee. 

Love gi'es the word, 

Then hafte on board, 
Fair winds and tenty boat-matt, 

Waft o'er, waft o*er 

Frae yonder fhore, 
My blyth, my bonny $«/-~jnan. 



Scornfu' Nanfy. 
To its own Tune. 

NA N S Y 9 s to the Green Wood gane, 
To hear the Gawd/pink chatt'ring, 
And Willie he has followed her, 

To gain her love by flatt'ring : 
But a' that he cou'd fay or do, 

She geck'd and fcorned at him ; 
And ay when he began to woo, 
She bade him mind wha gat him. 

What 



( 20 } 

What ails ye at my dad, quoth he, 

My minny or my aunty ? 
With crowdy mowdy they fed me, 

Lang-kail and ranty-tanty : 
With bannocks of good barley-meal, 

Of thae there was right plenty, 
With chapped Hocks fou butter'd well ; 

And was not that right dainty ? 

Altho' my father was nae laird, 

'Tis dafEn to be vaanty, 
He keepit ay a good kail-yard, 

A ha' houfe and a pantry : 
A good blew bonnet on his head, 

An owrlay 'bout his cragy ; 
And ay until the day he died, 

He rade on good flunks nagy. 

Now wae and wander on your fnout,. 

Wad ye hae bonny Nanfy ? 
Wad ye compare ye'r fell to me, 

A docken till a tanfie I 
I have a wooer of my ain,. 

They ca' him fouple Sandy, 
And well I wat his bonny mou v 

Is fweet like fugar-candy. 

Wow Nanfy, what needs a' this dia ? - 

Do I not ken this Sandy ?\ 
Tin fure the chief of a' his kin 

Was Rab the beggar randy : 
His minny Meg upo' her back 

Bare baith him and his billy ; 
Will ye compare a nafty pack 

To me your winiome Willy? 

My gutcher left a good braid fword, 

r I'ho' it be auld and nifty, 
Yet ye may tak it on my word, 

It is. baith flout; and truity ; 



And 



(21 ) 

And if I can but get it drawn, 
Which will be right uneafy, 

I (hall lay baith my lugs in pawn, 
That he mall get a heezy. 

Then Nanjy turn'd her round aBout, 

And faid, Did Sandy hear ye, 
Ye wadna mifs to get a clout, 

I ken he difna fear ye : 
Sae had ye'r tongue and fay nae mair, 

Set fomewhere elfe your fancy ; 
For as lang's Sandys to the fore, 

Ye never fhall get Nanjy. 



Slighted Nanfy. 
To the Tune of, The Kirk wad let me hi, 

i> | MS I have feven braw new gowns, 
X And ither feven better to mak, 

And yet for a' my new gowns, 

My wooer has turn'd his back. 

Befides I have feven milk-ky, 
And Sandy he has but three ; 

And yet for a' my good ky, 
The ladie winna ha'e me, 

My dady's a delver of dikes, 

My mither can card and fpin, 
And I am a fine fodgel lafs, 

And the filler comes linkin in : 
The filler comes linkin in, 

And it is fou fair to fee, 
And fifty times wow ! O wow \ 

What ails the lads at me ? 



Whea 



( 22 ) 

When ever our Baty does bark, 

Then fair, to the door I rin, 
To fee gin ony young fpark ■ 

Will light and venture but in : 
But never a ane will come in, 

Tho' mony a ane gaes by, 
Syne far ben the houfe I rin j 

And a weary wight am I. 

When I was at my firft prayers, 

J pray'd but anes i' the year, 
I wifh'd for a handfome young lad, 

And a lad with muckle gear. 
When I was at my neift pray'rs, 

J pray.'d but now and than, 
I faili'd na my head about gear, 

If I get a handfome young man. 

Now when Fm at my laft pray'rs, 

I pray on baith night and day, 
And O ! if a beggar wad come, 

With that fame beggar I'd gae. 
And O ! and what'll come o' me ? 

And O ! and what'U I do ? 
That fie a braw laffie as I 

Shou'd die for a wooer I trow. 



Lucky Nanjy. 

To the Tune of, Dainty Davie, 

WHILE fops in faft Italian Verfe, 
Ilk fair ane'seen and breaft rehearfe, 
While fangs abound and fcene is fcarce, 

Thefe lines I have indited : 
But neither darts nor arrows here, 

Venus nor Cupid fhall appear, 
And yet with thefe fine founds I fwear, 
The maidens are delited. 



( 2 3 ) 

/ was ay telling you. 
Lucky Nanfy, lucky Nanfy, 
Auld fprings wad ding the new, 
But ye wad never trow me, 

Nor {haw with crimfon will I mix, 
To fpread upon my lame's cheeks ; 
And fyne th' unmeaning name prefix, 

Miranda, Chloe, or Phillis. 
I'll fetch nae fimile frae Jo<ve t 
My height of extafy to prove, 
Nor fighing, — thus— prefent my love 

With rotes eek and liliies. 
/ was ay telling you, &c. 

But ftay,— I had amaift forgot 
My miftrefs and my fang to boot, 
And that's an unco 1 faut I wate : 

But Nanjy, 'tis nae matter. 
Ye fee I clink my verfe wi' rhime, 
And ken ye, that atones the crime ; . 
Forby, how fweet my numbers chime, 

And Aide away like water. 
1 was ay telling you, &c. 

Now ken, my reverend fonfy fair. 
Thy runkled cheeks and lyart hair, 
Thy haft* fhut een and hodling air, 

Are a' my paffion's fewel. 
Nae skyring gowk, my dear, can fee, 
Or love, or grace, or heaven in thee •■> 
Yet thou hail charms anew for me, 
Then fmiie, and be na cruel. 

Leez me on thy fnawy pow, 

Lucky Nanfy, lucky Nanfy, 

Dry eft wood will ei 'theft low. 

And Nanfy Jae will ye now. 

Troth 



(24) 

Troth I have fung the fang to yon, 
Which ne'er anither bard wad do ; 
Hear then my, charitable vow, 

Dear venerable Nanjy. 
But if the war Id my pafnon wrang, 
And fay, ye only live in fang, 
Ken I defpife a Hand ring tongue. 

And fing to pleafe my fancy. 

Leex me on thy, &c. Q^ 



A SCOTS Cantata. 

The Tune after an Italian Manner. 
Compos" d by Signior Lorenzo Bocchi. 

Recitative. 

BLAT E Jonny faintly teld fair Jean his Mind J 
Jeany took pleafure to deny him lang ; 
He thought her fcorn came frae a heart unkind, 
Which gart him in defpair tune up this fang. 

Air. 
C bonny lafiie, finee 'tis fae, 

That I'm defpis'd by thee, 
I hate to live ; but O I'm wae, 

And unko fweer to die. 
Dear Jeany, think what dovvy hours 

I thole by your difdain ; 
Ah ! Ihould a breail fae faft as yours, 

Contain a heart of flane ? 

R E C I T A T I V E. 

Thefe tender notes did a* her pity move, 
With melting heart me liftned to the boy ; 
O*ercome fhe imil'd, and promis'd him her love : 
He in return thus fang his rifing joy. 

Air. 






(2 5 ) 

A I R. 

Hence frae my breaft, contentious care., 

Ye've tint the power to pine ; 
My Jeany's good, my Jeanys fair, 

Anda'her fweets are mine. 
O fpread thine arms, and gie me fowth 

Of dear enchanting blifs, 
A thoufandjoys around thy mouth 

Gi'e heaven with ilka kifs. 



The T O A S. T. 

To the Tune of, Sazu ye my P EGG 1\ 

CO M E let's ha'e mair wine in, 
Bacchus hates repining, 
Venus loos nae dwining, 

Let's be blyth and free. 
Away with dull, Here t'ye, Sir ; 
Ye're miilrefs, Roble, gi'es her, 
We'll drink her health wi' 'pleafure, 
Wha's belov'd by thee. 

Then let Peggy warm ye, 
That's a lafs can charm ye, 
And to joys alarm ye, 

Sweet is me to me. 
Some angel ye wad ca' her, 
And never wiili ane brawer, 
If ye bare-headed faw her 

Kiltet to the knee. 

PEGGI'b. dainty lafs is, 
Come let's join our glarTes, 
And refrefh our hauics 

With a health to thee. 
Let coofs their caili be clinking, 
Be Itatefmen tint in thinking, 
While we with love and drinking, 

Give our cares the lie. 

C Maori 



( *6 ) 

Magie's Tocher. 

To its ain Tune. 

TH E meal was dear fhort fyne, 
We buckrd us a' the gither ; 
And Maggie was in her prime, 
When Willie made courtfhip till her : 
Twa piftals charg'd beguefs, 
To gie the courting (hot ; 
And fyne came ben the lafs, 
Wi' fwats drawn frae the butt. 
He firft fpeer'd at the guidman, 
And fyne at Giles the mither, 
An ye wad gi's a bit land. 
We'd buckle us e'en the gither. 

My daughter ye mail hae, 
I'll gi* you her by the hand ; 
But I'll part wi' my wife by my fae, 
Or I part wi' my land. 
Your tocher it fall be good, 
There's nane fall hae its maik, 
The lafs bound in her fhood, 
And Crummie who kens her ilake : 
With an auld bedden o' claiths, 
Was left me by my mither, 
They're jet black o'er wi' flaes, 
Ye may cudle in them the gither. 

Ye fpeak right well, guidman. 
But ye maun mend your hand, 
And think o' modefly, 
Gin ye'll not quat your land : 
We are but young, ye ken, 
And now we're gawn the gither. 
A houfe is butt and benn, 
And Crummie will want her fother. 



The 



( 27 ) 

The bairns are coming on, 
And they'll cry, O their mither ! 
We have nouther pat nor pan, 
But four bare legs the gither. 

Your tocher's be good enough, 
For that you need na fear, 
Twa good ftilts to the pleugh, 
And ye your fell maun fleer : 
Ye fhall hae twa good pocks 
That anes were o' the tweel, 
The t'ane to had the grots, 
The ither to had the meal : 
With ane auld kilt made of wands, 
And that fall be your coffer, 
Wi' aiken woody bands, 
And that may had your tocher. 

Confider well, guidman, 
We hae but borrowed gear, 
The horfe that I ride on 
Is Sandy Wilfon's, mare : 
The fadle's nane of my ain, 
An thae's but borrowed boots, 
And whan that I gae hame, 
I maun take to my coots : 
The cloak is Geordy Watt's, 
That gars me look fae croufe ; 
Come till us a cogue of fwats, 
We'll make na mair toom rufe. 

I like you well, young lad, 
For telling me fae plain, 
I married when little I had 
O* gear that was my ain. 
But fin that things are fae, 
The bride me maun come furth, 
Tho' a' the gear ihe'll hae, 
It'll be but little worth. 



A bar- 



( 28 ) 

A bargain it maun be, 

Fy cry on Giles the mither : 

Content am I, quo' me, 

E'en gar the hiffie come hither. 

The bride (he gade till her bed, 

The bridegroom he came till hen 

The fidler crap in at the fit, 

An they cudi'd it a' the gither. 



A SONG, 

To the Tune of, Blink oyer the Burn, fweet Bet tie, 

LEAVE kindred and friends, fweet Betty. 
Leave kindred and friends for me ; 
Affur'd thy fervant is iteddy 

To love, to honour, and thee. 
The gifts of nature and fortune 

May fly, by chance as they came ; 
They're grounds the deilines fport on, 
But yertue is ever the fame. 

Altho' my fancy were roving, 

Thy charms fo heavenly appear, 
That other beauties difproving, 

I'd worfhip thine only, my dear. 
And Ihou'd life's forrows embitter 

The pleafure we promis'd our loves, 
To mare them together is fitter, 

Than moan afunder, like doves . 

Oh ! were I but once fobleffed, 

To grafp my love in my arms ! 
By thee to be grafp'd ! and kified ! 

And live on thy heaven of charms j 
I'd laugh at fortune's caprices, 

Shou'd fortune capricious prove ; 
'X no 4 death ihou'd tear me to pieces, 

JS'd die a martyr to love. M. 

A SONG. 



( 2 9 ) 

A SONG, 

To the Tune of, The bonny gray- efd Morning. 

CELESTIAL mufes, tune your lyres, 
Grace all niy raptures with your lays, 
Charming, enchanting Kate infpires, 
In lofty founds her beauties praife : 
How undefigning fhe difplays" 
Such fcenes as ravifh with delight ; 
Tho' brighter than meridian rays, 
They dazzle not, but pleafe the fight. 

Blind God, give this, this 'Ally dart, 
I neither will nor can her harm, 
I would but gently touch her heart, 
And try for once if that cou'd charm. 
Go, Venus t ufe your fav'ritt wile, 
As fne is beauteous, make he; kind, 
Let all your graces round her fmiie, 
Aud footh her till I comfort find. 

When thus, by yielding, I'm o'erpaid, 
And all my anxious cares remov'd, 
In moving notes I'll tell the maid, 
With what pure lalting flames I lov'd. 
Then mall alternate life and death, 
My ravifiVd flutt'ring foul poffefs, 
The fofteft tend'reft things I'll breath, 
Betwixt each am'rous fond carefs. O. 



o N G. 

The Broom of Cowdenknows, 

SUBJECTED to the pow'f oflove, 
By NelPs refiftlefs charms, 
The fancy fixt no more can rove, 
Or fly love's foft alarms. 

C 3 Gay 



(30 ) 

Gay Damon had the skill to Ihun 

All traps by Cupid hid, 
Untill his freedom was undone 

By Nell the conquering maid. 

But who can Hand the force of love, 

When me refolds to kill ? 
Her fparkling eyes love's arrows prove 3 

And wound us with our will. 

O happy Damon, happy fair, 

What Cupid has begun, 
May faithful Hymen take a care 

To fee it fairly done. 



SONG. 

Tune of Logan Water. 
Vitas hinnuleo ?ne Jimitis, Chke, 

TELL me, Hamilla, tell me why 
Thou doll from him that loves thee run ? 
Why from his fort embraces fly, 
And all his kind endearments lhun ? 

So flies the fawn, with fear opprefVd, 
Seeking its mother ev'ry where, 
It ftarts at ev'ry empty blalt, 
And trembles when no danger's near. 

And yet I keep thee but in view, 
To gaze the glories of thy face, 
Not with a hateful ftept purfue, 
As age, to rifle every grace. 

Ceafe then, dear wildnefs, ceafe to toy, 
But hafte all rivals to outfhine, 
And grown mature, and ripe for joy, 
Leave mama's arms, and come to mine. W. 

A South- 



( 3* ) " 

A South-Sea Sang. 

Tune of, For our lang biding here. 

WH E N we came to London town, 
We dream'd of gowd in gowpings here, 
And rantinly ran up and down, 
In rif>ng flocks to buy a skair : 
We daftly thought to row in rowth, 
Bat for our damn pay'd right dear ; 
The lave v/ill fare the war in trouth, 
For our lang biding here. 

But when we fand our purfes toom. 
And dainty flocks began to fa 1 , 
We hang our lugs, and wi' a gloom 
Girn'd at ftockjobbing ane and a*. 
If ye gang near the South-Sea houfe, 
The whillywha's will grip ye'r gear, 
Syne a' the lave will fare the war, 

For our lang biding here. 

Hap me with thy Petticoat. 

OBE L L, thy looks have kill'd my heart, 
I pafsthe day in pain, 
When night returns I feel the fmart, 

And wiih for thee in vain. 
I'm ftarving in cold, while thou art warm : 

Have pity and incline, 
And grant me for a hap that charm- 
ing petticoat of thine. 

My ravifh'd fancy in amaze, 

Still wanders o'er thy charms, 
Deluhve dreams ten thoufand ways,. 

Prefent thee to my arms. 

. C 4. But 



(32 ) 
But waking think what I endure, 

While cruel you decline 
Thcfe pleafures, which can only cure 

This panting breaft of mine. 

1 faint, I fail, and wildly rove, 

Becaufe you Hill deny 
The juft reward that's due to love ? 

And ht true pafiion die. 
Oh ! turn, and let companion feize 

That lovely breaft of thine ; 
Thy petticoat could give me eafe, 

If thou and it were mine. 

Sure heaven has fitted for delight 

That beauteous form of thine, 
And thou'rt to good its law to flight. 

By hindring the defign. 
May all the powers of love agree, 

At length to make thee mine, 
Or loofe my chains, and fet me free 

From ev'ry charm of thine. 



Love inviting Reafon, 

A S O N G to the Tune of>—Cbami ma 
cbattle, ne duce skar mi. 

WHEN innocent paftime our pleafuredid crown, 
Upon a green meadow, or under a tree, 
E'er Annie became a fine lady in town, 

How lovely and loving and bonny was ihe ? 
Rouze up thy reafon, my beautifu' Annie, 

Let ne'er a new whim ding thy fancy a-jee ;— ■ 
O ! as thou art bonny, be faithfu' and cany, 
And favour thy Ja??iie wha doats upon thee. 

Does 



(33) 

Does the death of a lintwhite give Annie the fpleen ? 

Can tyning of trifles be uneafy to thee ; 
Can lap-dogs and monkies draw tears frae thefe een, 

That look with indifference on poor dying me ? 
Rouze up thy reafon, my beautifu* Annie, 

And dinna prefer a paroquet to me ; 
O ! as thou art benny, be prudent and cany, 

And think on thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. 

Ah ! fliQu'd a new manto ox Flanders lace head, 

Or yet a wee cottie, tho' never fae fine, 
Gar thee grow forgetfu', and let his heart bleed, 

That anes had iome hope of purchasing thine ? 
Rouze up thy reafon, my beautifu' Annie, 

And dinna prefer ye'r fleegeries to me ; 
O ! as thou art bonny, be folid and cany, 

And tent a true lover that doats upon thee, 

Shall a Paris edition of new-fangle Sany, 

Tho' gilt o'er wi' laces and fringes he be, 
By adoring himfelf, be admir'd by fair Annie, 

And aim at thefe benifons promis'd to me ? 
Rouze up thy reafon, my beautifu' Annie, 

And never prefer a light dancer to me ; 
G ! as thou art bonny, be conflant and cany, 

Love only thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. 

O! think, my dear charmer, on ilka fweet hour 

That flade away faftly between thee and me, 
E'er fquirrels, or beau-;, or foppery had power 

To rival my love, and impofe upon thee. 
Rouze up thy reafon, my beautifu' Annie, 

'And let thy defires be a' center'd in me j 
O? as thou art bonny, be faithfu' and cany, 

And love him wha's langing to center in thee. 



The 



(34) 

"The Bob c/Dumblane. 

LASSIE, lend me your bravv hemp heckle, 
And I'll lend you my thripling kame ; 
tor fainnefs, deary, I'll gar ye keckle, 

If ye'll go dance the Bob of Dumb lane. 
Halte ye, gang to the ground of ye'r trunkies, 

Busk ye bravv, and dinna think fhame ; 
Confider in time, if leading of monkies 

Be better than dancing the Bob of Dunblane, 

Be frank, my laffie, left I grow fickle, 

And take my word and offer again, 
Syne ye may chance to repent it mickle, 

Ye did nae accept of the Bob of Dumblane. 
The dinner, the piper and prieft fjiall be ready, 

And I'm grown dowy with lying my lane, 
Away then leave baith minny and dady, 

And try with me the Bob of Dumb lane. 



SONG complaining of Abfence. 

To the Tune of, My Apron Deary. 

AH Chloe ! thoutreafure, thcu joy of my bread, 
Since I p:rted from thee, I'm a ftranger to reft, 
I fly to the grove, there to languifh and mourn, 
There figh for my charmer, and long to return, 
The fields all around me are fmiiing and gay, 
But they fmile all in vain «*-—-.. my Chloe s away : 
The field and the grove can afford me no eafe, - 
But bring me my Chloe, a defart will pleafe. 

No virgin 1 fee that my bofom alarms, 
Xm cold to the faireit, tho* glowing with charms, 
In vain they attack me, and fparkle the eye ; 
Thefe are not the locks of my Chloe } I cry. 

Thefe 



(35) 

Thefe looks where bright love, like the fun, fits en- 

thron'd, 
And fmiling diffafes his influence round, 
'Twas thus I firil view'd thee, my charmer, amaz'd ; 
Thus gaz'd thee with wonder, and lov'd while I gaz'd. 

Then, then the dear fair one was ftill in my fight, 
Jt was pleafure all day, it was rapture all night ; 
But now by hard fortune remov'd from my fair, 
In fecret I languifh, a prey to defpair, 
But abfence and torment abate not my flame, 
My Cblois ftill charming, my pafiion the fame ; 
O ! would (he preferve me a place in her breail, 
Then abfence would pleafe me, for I would be bleft. 

R. 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, / fixed my Fancy on her, 

BRIGHT Cynthia's power divinely great, 
What heart is not obeying ? 
A thoufand Cupids on her wait, 
And in her eyes are playing. 
She feems the queen of love to reign ; 
For me alone dilpenfes 
Such fweets as belt can entertain 
The gull of all the fenfes. 

Her face a charming profpecl brings, 
Her breath gives balmy blifles ; 
I hear an angel when ine fings, 
And tafte of heaven jn IciiTes. " 
Four fenfes thus ihe feafts with joy, 
From nature's richeft treafure : 
Let me the other knk employ, 
And I mall die with pleafure". X, 

C 6 A -SO NO. 



( 3^ ) 
A SONG, 

To the Tune of, / bo'd a bonny Lady. 

TELL me, tell me, charming creature, 
Will you never eafe my pain ? 
Mult I die for every feature ? 

Muft I always love in vain ? 
The defire of admiration 

Is the pleafure you purfue ; 
Pray thee, try a lafting pafiion, 
Such a love as mine for you. 

Tears and fighing could not m<5ve you ; 

For a lover ought to dare : 
When I plainly told I lov'd you, 

Then you faid I went too far. 
Are fuch giddy ways befeeming ? 

Will my dear be fickle ftill ? 
Conqueft is the joy of women, 

Let their Haves be what they will. 

Your neglect with torment fills me, 

And my defp'rate thoughts increafe ; 
Pray confider, if you kill me, 

You will have a lover lefs- 
If your wandering heart is beating 

For new lovers, let it be : 
But when you have done coquetting,, 

Name a day, and fix on me. 

The REPLK 

IN vain, fond youth ; thy tears give o'er j 
What more, alas ! can Tlanjia do ? 
Thy truth I own, thy fate deplore : 
AH are not happy that are true. 

Suppress 



(37) 

Supprefs thofe fighs, and weep no more ; 

Should heaven and earth with thee combine, 
'Twere all in vain, fince any power, 

To crown thy love muil alter mine. 

But if revenge can eafe thy pain, 

Til iboth the ills I cannot cure, 
Tell that I drag a hopelefs chain, 

And all that I inflicl endure. X, 



The Rofe in Yarro w. 

To the Tune of, Mary Scot, 

3/""1~^ WAS fummer, and the day was fair 3 

X Refolv'd a while to fly from care, 
Beguiling thought, forgetting farrow, 
I wander'd o'er the braes of Yarrow ; 
Till then defpifing beauty's power, 
I kept my heart, my own fecure ; 
But Cupid % s art did there deceive me, 
And Marys, charms do now enilave me. 

Will cruel love no bribe receive ? 
No ranfom take for Marys Have ? 
Her frowns of reft and hope deprive me : 
Her lovely fmiles like light revive me. 
No bondage may with mine compare, 
Since firrc I faw this charming fair : 
This beauteous flower, this rofe of Yarrow, 
In nature's gardens has no marrow. 

Had I of heaven but one requeft, 
I'd ask to ly in Mary's breait ; 
There would I live or die with pleafure, 
Nor fpare this world one moment's leifure ; 
Defpifing kings and all that's great, 
I'd fmile at courts and courtiers fate; 

My 



(33 ) 



My joy complete on fuch a marrow, 
Td dwell with her, and live on Yarrow. 

But tho' fuch blifs I ne'er mould gain, 
Contended Hill I'll Wear my chain, 
In hopes my faithful heart may move her ; 
For leaving life I'll always love her. . 
What doubts diftracl: a lover's mind ? 
That breaft, all foftnefs, muft prove kind ', 
And me mall yet become my marrow, 
The lovely beauteous rofe of Yarrow. 



'The fair Penitent. 
A S O N Gy— To its am Tune. 

A Lovely lafs to a frier came 
Toconfefsin a morning early. 
In what, my dear, are you to blame ? 

Come own it all Jincerely . 
Fve done, Sir, what I dare not name, 
With a lad who loves me dearly. 

The greateft fault in myfelf I know,. 

Is what I now difcover. 
Then you to Rome for that muji go, 

There difcipline to fuffer . 
Lake a day, Sir ! if it muft be fo, 

Pray with me fend my lover. 

No, no, my dear, you do hut dream, 

We'll have no double dealing; 
But if with me yotfll repete the fame , 

Til pardon your pafl failing . 
I muit own, Sir, tho' I bluih for mame, 

That your penance is prevailing. X. 

The 






(39) 

The loft Time 1 came der the Moor, 

TH E laft time I came o'er the moor,, 
I left my love behind me ; 
Ye powers ! what pain do I endure, 

When Toft ideas mind me ? 
Soon as the ruddy morn difplay'd 

The beaming day enfumg, 

I met betimes my lovely maid, 

In fit retreats for wooing. 

Beneath the cooling made we lay, 

Gazing and chaitly fporting ; 
We kifs'd and promis'd time away,. 

Till night fpread her black curtain, 
I pitied all beneath the skie?,. 

Ev'n kings when fhe was nigh me i 
In raptures I beheld her eyes, 

Which could but ill deny me. 

Shou'd I be call'd where cannons roar, 

Where mortal fteel may wound me ;-. 
Or call upon fome foreign fhore, 

Where dangers may furround me : 
Vet hopes again to fee my love, 

To feaft on glowing kifies, 
Shall make my cares at diilance move,. 

In profpecl: of fuch blifles. 

In all my foul there's not one place- 
To let a rival enter : 

Since fhe excels in every grace, 
In her my love fhali center. 

Sooner the feas mall ceafe to flow, 
Their waves the Alps lhall cover, 

On Greenland ice mall roles grow, 
Before I ceafe to love her. 



The 



(40 ) 

The next time I go o'er the moor, 

She mail a lover find me ; 
And that my faith is firm and pure, 

Tho' I left her behind me ; 
Then Hymens facred bonds fhall chain 

My heart to her fair bofom, 
There, while my being does remain, 

My love more frefh mail bloflbm . 



The Lafs of Peaty'* Mill. 

THE Lafs of iW/s Mill, 
So bonny, blytn and gay, 
In fpight of all my skill, 
Hath ftole my heart away. 
When tedding of the hay 
Bare-headed on the green, 
Love 'midft her locks did play, 
And wanton'd in her een. 

Her arms, white, round and fmooth, 

Breafts rifing in their dawn, 

To age it would give youth, 

To prefs 'em with his hand. 

Thro' all my fpirits ran 

An extafy of blifs, 

When I iuch fweetnefs fand 

Wrapt in a balmy kifs. 

Without the help of art, 
Like flowers which grace the wild; 
She did her fvveets impart, 
When e s er foe (poke or fmiPd. 
Her looks they were fo mild., 
Free from affecled pride, 
She me to love beguil'd, ■ 
J wifhM her for my bride, 

O had 



(4i ) 

O had I all that wealth 
Hoploun's high mountains fill, 
Infur'd long life and health, 
And pleafures at my will ; 
Fd promife and fulfill, 
That none but bonny me, 
The lafsofP^/y's mill, 
Shou'd mare the fame wi' me. 



GREEN SLEEVES. 

YE watchful guardians of the fair, 
Who skiff on wings of ambient air,, 
Of my dear Delia take a care, 

And reprefent her lover 
With all the gaity of youth, 
With honour, juftice, love and truth 5 
'■Till I return, her pafTions footh, 
For me, in whifpers move her. 

Be careful no bafe fordid Have, 
With foul funk in a golden grave, 
Who knows no virtue but to fave, 

With glaring gold bewitch her. 
Tell her, for me fhe was defign'd, 
For me, who know how to be kind, 
And have mair plenty in my mind, 
Than one who's ten times richer. 

Let all the world turn upfide down, 
And fools run an eternal round, 
In quell ofwhat can ne'er be found, 
To pleafe their vain ambition. 
Let little minds great charms efpy, 
In madows which at diftance ly, 
Whofe hop'd for pleafures, when come 'nigh, 
Prove nothing in fruition. 

But 



( 42 ) 

But caft into a mold divine, 
Fair Delia does with luftre mine, 
Her virtuous foul's an ample mine, 

Which yields a conftant treafure. 
Let poets, in fublimeft lays, 
Employ their skill her fame to raife ; 
Let fons of mufick pafs whole days, 

With well-tun'd reeds to pleafe her. 



The Tellow-hair d Laddie. 

IN April, when primrofes paint the Aveet plain, 
And fummer approaching rejoiceth the fwain ; 
The Tellonv-hair^d Laddie would oftentimes go 
To wilds and deep glens, where the hawthorn trees grow. 

There, under the fhade of an old facred thorn,, 
With freedom he fung his loves ev'ning and morn : 
Fie fang with fo faft and inchanting a found, 
That Silvans and Fairies unfeen danc'd around. 

The mepherd thus fung, Tho' young Maya be fair. 
Her beauty is dafh'd with a fcornfu' proud air ; 
But Sujte was handfome, and fweetly could ling, 
Her breath like the breezes perfum'd in the fpring. 

That Madie in all the gay bloom of her youth, 
Like the moon was unconllant, and never fpoke truth : 
But Safe was faithful, good-humour'd, and free, 
And fair as the Goddefs who fprung from the fea. f.. - 

That mama's fine daughter with all her great dow'r, 
Was aukwardly airy, and frequently fowr : 
Then, fighing, he wifhed, would parents agree, 
The witty fweet Sufie his miilrefs might be. 

NJNNl'O. 



(43 ) 



N A N N TO. 

WHILE fome for pleafure pawn their health, 
'Twixt Lais and the Bagnio, 
IM fave myfelf, and without Health, 
| Kifs and carefs my Nanny — O. 
She bids more fair t'engage a Jove 
Than Leda did or Danae — O. 
Were I to paint the queen of love, 
None elfe mould lit but Nanny— O. 

How joyfully my fpirits rife, 
When dancing me moves finely— O, 
I guefs what heaven is by her eyes, 
Which fparkle fo divinely — O. 
Attend my vow, ye Gods, while I 
Breathe in the blelt Britannia, 
None's happinefs I mall envy, 
As long's ye grant me Nanny — O, 

Chorus. 

My honny, bonny Nanny— O, 
My lovely charming Nanny — O. 
/ care not the? the world know 
Hozv dearly I love Nanny-— O. 



Bonny JEAN. 

LO V E's Gcddefs in a myrtle grove, 
Said, Cupid, bend thy bow with fpeed, 
Nor let the fliaft at random rove, 
For Jeanfs haughty heart muil bleed. 
The fmiling boy, with divine art, 
From Paphos mot an arrow keen, 
Which flew, unerring, to the heart, 
And kilPd the pride of bonny Jean, 

No 



(44) 

No more the Nymph, with haughty air, 
Refufes Willy's kind addrefs ; 
Her yielding bluflies mew no care, 
But too much fondnefs to fupprefs. 
No more the youth is fallen now, 
But looks the gayeft on the green, 
Whilft every day he fpys feme new 
Surprising charms in bonny Jean. 

* '. 
A thoufand tranfpoits crowd his bread.. 

He moves as light as fleeting wine. 

His former forrows feem a jefi, 

Now when his J cany is turn'd kind : 

Riches he looks on with difdain, . 

The glorious fields of war look mean ; 

The chearful hound and horn give gain, 

If abfent from his bonny Jean, 

The day he fpends inam'rous gaze, 
Which even in fummer ftiorten'd feems ; 
When funk in downs, with glad amaze, 
He wonders at her in his dreams. 
All charms difclos'd, me looks more bright 
Than Troy's prize, the Spartan queen, 
With breaking day, he lifts his fight, 
And pants to be with bonny Jean, 



Throw the Wood Laddie. 



O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn 
Thy prefence cou'd eafe me, 
When naething can pleafe me : 
Now dowie I figh on the bank of the burn. 
Or throw the wood, laddie, until thou return. 



(45) 

Tho' wocds now are bonny, and mornings are clear, 

While lav'rocks are ringing, 

And primrofes fpringing ; 
Yet nane of them pleafes my eye or my ear, 
When throw the wood, laddie, ye dinna appear. 

That I am forfaken, fome fpare no to tell: 

I'm fafh'd v/V their fcorning, 

Baith evening and morning ; 
Their jeering gaes aft to my heart wi 1 a knell, 
When throw the wood, laddie, I wander my fell. 

Then flay, my dear Sandy, nae langer away, 

But quick as an arrow, 

Halle here to thy marrow, 
Wha's living in langour, till that happy day, 
When throw the wood, laddie, we'll dance, fing and 
play. 



Down the Bum Davie. 

WHEN trees did bud, and fields were green, 
And broom bloom'd fair to fee ; 
When Mary was compleat fifteen, 

And love laugh'd in her eye ; 
Blyth Davys blinks her heart did move 

To fpeak her mind thus free, 
Gang down the burn, Davie, love, 
And I Jhall follow thee. 

Now Davie did each lad furpafs, 

That dwelt on this burnfide, 
And Mary was the bonniefl lafs, 

Juft meet to be a bride ; '^ 

Her cheeks were rofie, red and white, 

Her een were bonny blue ; 
Her looks were like Aurora bright, 

Her lips like dropping dew. 

As 



(46 ) 

As down tke burn they took their way, 

What tender tales they faid ! 
His check to her? he aft did lay, 

And with her bofom play'd ; 
Till baith at length impatient grown, 

To be mair fully bleft, 
In yonder vale they lean'd them down ; 

Love only faw the reft. 

What pafs'd, I guefs, was harmlefs play, 

And naething fure unmeet ; 
For, ganging hame, I heard them fay, 

They lik'd a wa'k fae fweet j 
And that they aften fhou'd return 

Sic pleafure to renew. 
Quoth Mary, Love, I like the burn, 

And ay mall follow you. C. 



SONG, 

To the Tune of, Gilder Roy. 

AH ! Chris, cou'd I now but fit 
As unconcern'd, as when 
V our infant beauty cou'd beget 

No happinefs nor pain. 
When I this dawning did admire, 

And prais'd the coming day, 
I little thought that rifing fire, 
Wou'd take my reft away. 

Your charms in harmlefs childhood lay, 

As metals in a mine. 
Age from no face takes mote away, 

Than youth conceal'd in thine : 
But as your charms infenfibly 

To their perfection preft ; 
So love as unperceivM did fly, 

And center'din mybreaft. 



( 47) 

My paffion with your beauty grew, 

While Cupid at my heart, 
Still as his mother favour'd you, 

Threw a new flaming dart. 
Each gloried in their wanton part ; 

To make a lover, he 
Employ'd the utmoft of his art ;-— 

To make a beauty, fhe. 



A SONG, 

To the Tune of, The yellow -haW d Laddie. 

YE fhepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain, 
Approach from your fports,and attend to my itrain; 
Amongit all your number a lover fo true, 
Was ne'er fo undone, with fuch blifs in his view. 

Was ever a nymph fo hard-hearted as mine ? 
She knows me fincere, and fhe fees how I pine ; 
She does not difdain me, nor frown in her wrath, 
But calmly and mildly refigns me to death. 

She calls me her friend, but her lover denies : 
She fmiles when I'm chearful, but hears not my fighs. 
A bofom fo flinty, fo gentle an air, 
Jnfpires me with hope, and yet bids me defpair .' 

I fall at her feet, and implore her with tears : 
Her anfwer confounds, while her manner endears ; 
When foftiy fhe tells me to hope no relief, 
My trembling lips blefs her in fpite of my grief. 

By night, while I flumber, flill haunted with care, 
I ftart up in anguifh, and figh for the fair : 
The fair fleeps in peace, may fhe ever do fo \ 
Ana oniy when dreaming imagine my wo. 

. Then 



(48 ) 



Then gaze at a diftance, nor farther afpire, 
Nor think fhe ihou'd love, whom flie cannot admire ; 
Kum all thy complaining, and dying her Have, 
Commend her to heaven, and thyfelf to the grave. 



SONG, 

To the Tune of, Whenjhe came ben fhe bobed. 

COME, fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys, 
Let's have no more female impert'nence and noife ; 
I or I've try'd the endearments and pleafures of love, 
.And I find they're but nonfenfe and whimfies, by Jove, 

When firft of all Betty and I were acquaint, 
I whin'd like a fool, and me fighM like a faint : 
But I found her religion, her face, and her love, 
Were bypocrify, paint, and felfinterejl, by Jove. 



Sweet Cecil came next with her languishing air, 
Her outjide was orderly, modeft and fair ; 
But her foul was fophijlicate, fo was her love , 
For I found Ihe was only aflrumpet, by Jove. 

Little double-gilt Jenny's gold charm'd me at laft : 
(You know marriage and money together does belt.) 
But the baggage forgetting her vovjs and her love, 
Gave her gold to ^JhivTing dull coxcomb, by Jove. 

Come fill me a bumper then, jolly brave boys ; 
Here's a farewell to female impert'nence and noife ; 
I know few of the fex that are worthy my love ; ^ 
And for /trumpets and jilts,, I abhor them, by Jove, 

L, 



DUMBAR- 






(49) 
Dumbarton 's Drums. 

DUMBARTON'S Drums beat bonny— O, 
When thy mind me of my dear Jonny—0, 
How happy am I, 
When my foldier is by, 
While he kiiTes and blefies his Annie — O ! 
*Tis a foldier alone can delight me — -O, 
For his graceful looks do invite me — O : 
While guarded in his arms, 
I'll fear no wars alarms, 
Neither danger nor death mall e'er fright me •— *0. 

My love is a handfome laddie — O, 
Genteel, but ne'er foppifh nor gaudy — O : 

Tho' commiflions are dear, 

Yet I'll buy him one this year ; 
For he mall ferveno longer a cadie — O, 
A foldier has honour and bravery — O, 
Unacquainted with rogues and their knavery — O : 

He minds no other thing 

But the ladies or the king ; 
For every other care is but flavery — O. 

Then I'll be the captain's lady — O, 
Farewell all my friends and my daddy — O \ 

I'll wait no more at home, 

But I'll follow with the drum, 
And whene'er that beats, I'll be ready— O, 
Dumbarton's drums found bonny — O, 
They are fprighty like my dear Jonny — O : 

How happy fhall I be, 

When on my foldier's knee, 
And hekiffes and bleffes his Annie ~~Q ! 



Aitld lang Jyne. 

H O U L D auld acquaintance be forgot, 
Tho' they return with fears •? 

D Thek 



(50) 

Tliefe are the noble hero's lot, 

Obtain'd in glorious wars : 
Welcome, my Varo, to my breaft 5 

Thy arms about me twine, 
And make me once ag in as ble&, 

As I was lang fyne. 

Methinks around us on each bough, 

A thoufand Cupids play, 
Whilft thro' the groves I walk with you, 

Each objecl: makes me gay : 
Since your return the fun and moon 

With brighter beams do mine, 
Streams murmur foft notes while they xxm $ 

As they did lang fyne. 

jDefpife the court and din of Hate i 

Let that to their mare fall, 
Who can efteem fuch flav'ry great, 

While bounded like a ball : 
But funk in love, upon my arms 

Let your brave head recline, 
We'll pleafe ourfelves with mutual charms, 

As we did lang fyne. 

O'er moor and dale, with your gay friend^ 

You may purfue the chace, 
And, after a blyth bottle, end 

All cares in my embrace : 
And in a vacant rainy day 

You fliall be wholly mine ; 
We'll make the hours run fmooth away, 

And laugh at lang fyne. 

The hero, pleas'd with the fweet air, 

And figns of generous love, 
Which had been utter'd by the fair, 

Bovv'd to the pow'rs above : 
Next day, with confent and glad hafte, 

Th' approach'd the facred fhrine ; 
Where the good priefl the couple bleft, 

And put them out of pine. 



The 



lp ) 

The Lafs 0/" Livingston. 

A I N ' D with her flighting Jamie'?, love, 
Bell dropt a tear — Belt dropt a tear, 
The Gods defcended from above, 
Well pleas'd to hear — well pleas'd to hear, 
They heard the praifes of the youth 
From her own tongue — from her own tongue. 
Who now converted was to truth, 
And thus me fung — and thus me fung : 

Blefl days when our ingenuous fex, 
More frank and kind — more frank and kind. 
Did not their lov'd adorers vex ; 
But fpoke their mind > — but fpoke their mind, 
Repenting now, (he promis'd fair, 
Wou'd he return — - wou'd he return, 
She ne'er again wou'd give him care, 
Or caufe him mourn — or taufe him mourn. 

Why lov'd I thee, defer ving fwain, 
Yet {till thought fhame — yet Hill thought fliamf, 
When he my yielding heart did gain, 
To own my flame — to own my flame ? 
Why took I pleafure to torment, 
And feem too coy — and feem too coy ? 
Which makes me now alas lament 
My flighted joy — my flighted joy. 

Ye fair, while beauty's in its fpring, 
Own your defire — » own your defire, 
While love's young pow'r with his foft wing 
Fans up the fire — fans up the fire, 
O do not with a filly pride, 
Or low defign — or low defign, 
Refufe to be a happy bride, 
But anfwer plain — but anfwer plain, 

D 2 Thui 



( 52 ) 

Thus the fair mourner waiPd her crime,, 
With flowing eyes — with flowing eyes. 
Glad Jamie heard her all the time, 
With fweet furprife — with fweet furprife. 
Some God had led him to the grove ; 
His mind unchang'd — his mind unchang'd. 
Flew to her arms, and cry'd, My love, 
I am reveng'd — I am reveng'd ! 



Peggy, / mafi love thea 

AS from a rock pall all relief, 
The fhipwrackt Colin fpying 
His native foil, o'ercome with grief, 
Half funk in waves, and dying: 
With the next morning fun he fpies 
A fhip, which gives unhop'd furprife.; 
New life fprings up, he lifts his eyes 
With joy, and waits her motion. 

So when by her whom long I lov'd, 

I fcorn'd was, and deferted, 
Low with defpair my fpirits mov'd, 

To be for ever parted : 
Thus droopt I, till diviner grace 
I found in Peggy's mind and face j 
Ingratitude appear'd then bafe, 

But virtue more engaging. 

Then now fince happily I've hit, 

I'll have no more delaying ; 
Let beauty yield to manly wit, 

We lofe ourfelves in flaying : 
I'll hafle dull courtfhip to a clofe, 
jSince marriage can my fears oppofe : 
Why fhould we happy minutes lofe, 

Since, Peggy, I mull love thee. 

Men 



( 53 ) 

Men my be foolifh, if they pleafe,. 

And deem't a lover's duty. 
To iigh, and facrifke their eafe, 

Doating on a proud beauty : 
Such was my cafe for many a year, 
Still hope fucceeding to my fear, 
I'alie Betty's charms now difappear, 

Since Peggy's far outmine them. 



Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 

OBetfy Bell and Mar) Gray, 
They are twa bonny lafles, 
They bigg'd a bower on yon burn»brac 2 

And theek'd it o'er \vi' rallies. 
Fair Bejy Bell I loo'd yeftreen, 

And thought I ne'er cou'd alter 5 
But Maty Grafs twa pawky een^ 
They gar my fancy falter. 

Now Bejffs hair's like a lint-tap 5 

She fmiles like a May morning, 
When Phcehus Harts frae Thetis] lap, 

The hills with rays adorning : 
White is her neck, faft is her hand, 

Her wafte and feet's fu' genty ; 
With ilka giac^ fhe can command ; 

Her lips, O wow ! they're dainty. 

And Mary's locks are like a craw, 

Her een like diamonds glances ; 
She's ay fae clean, redd up and braw. 

She kills whene'er fhe dances : 
Blyth as a kid, with wit at will, 

She blooming, tight, and tall is j 
And guides her airs fae gracefu' Hill, 

O Jove ! {he's like thy Pallas. 

l> 3 Bear 



(54) 

Dear Bejfy Bell and Mary Gray, 

Ye unco fair opprefs us ; 
Our fancies jee between you twa, 

Ye are fie bonny lafTes: 
Wae's me ! for baith I canna get, 

To ane by law we*re ftented ; 
Then I'll draw cuts, and take my fate, 

And be with ane contented. 



Ill never leave thee, 

Jo N N Y. 

TH O' for feven years and mair, honour fhou'd 
reave me, 
To fields where cannons rair, thou need na grieve thee : 
?Cr deep in my fpirits thy fweets are indented j 
And love ihsll Ttf*rv€- a.v what love has imprinted* 
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, 
Gang the warld as it will, deareil, believe me. 

Nelly. 
O Jonny, I'm jealous whene'er ye difcover 
My fentiments yielding, ye'll turn a loofe rover $ 
And nought i' the warld wad vex my heart fairer^' 
If you prove unconftant, and fancy ane fairer. 
Grieve me, grieve me, oh it wad grieve me ! 
A' the !ang night and day, if you deceive me. 

J O N N Y . 

My Nelly, let never lie fancies opprefs ye, 
For, while my blood's warm, I'll kindly carefs ye : 
Your blooming fa ft beauties firft beeted love's fire, 
Your vertue and wit make it ay flame the higher. 
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, 
Gang the warld as it will, deareft, believe me. 

Nell y . 
Then, Jonny, I frankly this minute allow ye 
To think me your miftris, for love gars me trow ye ; 

And 



(55 ) 

And gin you prove faufe, to ye'r {ell be it faicf then,- 
Ye'H win but fma' honour to vvrang a kind maiden. 
Reave me, reave me, heavens ! it wad reave me 
Of my reft night and day, if ye deceive me. 

J o n n y. 
Bid icefhogles hammer red gauds on the ftuddy, 
And fair fimmer mornings nae mair appear ruddy , 
Bid Britons think ae gate, and when they obey ye,, 
But never till that time, believe I'll betray ye. 
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee ; 
The flams mall gang witherfhins e'er I deceive thee. 



My Deary, if you die. 

LOVE never more mall give me paihj 
My fancy's fix'd on thee ; 
Nor ever maid my heart mail gain, 

My Peggy, if thou die. 
Thy beauties did fuch pleafure give y 

Thy love's fo true to me . 
Without thee I mall never live, 
My deary, if thou die. 

If fate fhall tear thee from my breaft, 

How fhall I lonely firay ? 
In dreary dreams the night I'll wafte, 

In fighs the filent day. 
I ne'er can fo much virtue find, 

Nor fuch perfection fee : 
Then I'll renounce all woman-kind, 

My Peggy t after thee. 

No new blown beauty fires my heart 

With Cupid's raving rage, 
But thine which can fuch fweets impart, 

Mult all the world engage. 
? Twas this that like the morning fun 

Gave joy and life to me j 
D 4 



(56) 

And when its deftin'd day is done. 
With Peggy let me die. 

Ye powers that fmile on virtuous Iove 3 

And in iuch pleafure lhare ; 
You who its faithful flames approve, 

With pity view the fair. 
Reftore my Peggy 's wonted charms, 

Thofe charms fo dear to me ; 
Oh ! never rob them from thofe arms : 

rmlo&,if Peggy die. C: 



My Jo Jan e t\ 

SWEET Sir, for your courtefie, 
When ye come by the Bafs then 3 
Vor the love ye bear to me, 

Buy me a keeking glafs then. 
Keek into the draw ive/I, 

Janet, Janet ; 
And there ye '// [fee ye 'r bonny fell \ 
My Jo Janet* 

Keeking in the draw-well clear, 

What if I ihou'd fa* in, 
Syne a' my kin will fay and fwear, 

I drown'd my fell fcr fin. 
Had the better be the brae, 
Janet, Janet ; 
Had the better be the brae, 
My Jo Janet. 

Good Sir, for your courtefe, 

Coming through Aberdeen then, 
For the love ye bear to me, 

Buy me a pair of fhoon then. 
Clout the auld, the new are dear, 

Janet, Janet, 
Ae pair may gain ye hajf a year. 
My Jo Janet. 

i But 



(57) 

But what if dancing on the green, 
And skipping like a mawking, 
If they fhou'd fee my clouted moon., 

Of me they will be tauking. 
Dance ay laigh, and late at e'en, 

Janet, Janet, 
Syne a' their fauts will no he feen > 
My Jo Janet. 

Kind Sir, for your courtefie, 

When ye gae to the crofs then j 
For the love ye bear to me, 

Buy me a pacing horfe then. 
Pace upo 1 your fpinning-<voheel, 

Janet, Janet, 
Pace upo 1 your fpinning-ijoh eel, 
My Jo Janet. 

My fpinning-wheel isauld and ftifF,. 

The rock o't vvinna ftand, Sir, 
To keep the temper-pin in tiff, 
Employs aft my hand, Sir. 
Make the bejl o't that ye can, 

Janet, Janet ; 
But like it never n.vale a man,, 
My Jo Janet. 



w 



S O N G. 

To the Tune of, John Anderfon my Jo, 

HA T means this nicenefs now of late, 
Since time that truth does prove ? 
Such diftence may confift with ftate, 

But never will with love. 
Tis either cunning or difdain 

That does fuch ways allow ; 
The firft" is bafe, the laft is vain : 
May neither happen you. 

D 5 Fo* 



US) 



For if it be to draw me on, 

You over-aclyour part ; 
And if it be to have me gone, 

Ycu need not haft" that art : 
For if you chance a look to caft, 

That feems to be a frown, 
I'll give you all the love that's paft, 

The reft mall be my own. 



Auld Rob Morris. 

M I T H E R. 

AUL Ti Rob Morris that wins in yon glen, ( men, 
He's the king of good fellows, and wale of auld 
Has fourfcore of black fheep, and fourfcore too r 
Auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun loo, 

D O U G H T E R. 

Ha'd your tongue, mither, and let that abee, 
For his eiid and my eildcan never agree : 
They'll never agree, and that will befeen ! 
For he is fourfcore,. and I'm but fifteen. 

MITHER. 

Jia'd your tongue, doughter, and lay by your prides, 
For he's be the bridegroom, and ye*s be the bride i 
He fhall ly by your fide, and kifs ye too. 
Auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun loo. 

DOUGHTER, 
Auld Rob Morris I ken him fou weel, 

His A -it fticks out like ony peet-creel, 

He's out-fhinn'J, in-kneed, and ringle-ey'd too ; 
Auld Rob Morris is the man Til ne'er loo. 

MITHER. 
Tho' auld Rob Morris be an elderly man,. 
Yet his auld bra fs it will buy a new pan ) 
Then, doughter, ye Ihouldna be fae ill to fhoo^ 
For auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun loo. 

DOUGH- 






r 59 ) 

D O U G H T E R. 
But auld Rob Morris I never will hae, 
His back is fae ftiff, and his beard is grown gray: 
I had titter die than live w' him a year-; 
Sae mair of Rob Morris I never will hear. Q^ 



SON G, 

To the Tune of, Come kifs with me, come clap with. 
me, &c. 

P E G G r. 

MY Jocky Myth,. for what thou'rt done, 
There is nae help nor mending * 
For thou has jog'd me out of tune. 

For a* thy fair pretending. 
My mither fees a change on me, 

For my complexion dallies, 
And this, alas ! has been with thee 
Sae late amangthe rafhes. 

j o c k r. 

My Peggy, what I've faid I'll do^ 

To free thee frae her fcouling j- 
Gome then and 1st us buckle to,. 

Nae langer lets be fooling : 
For her content I'll inftant wed, 

Since thy complexion dames ; 
And then we'll try a feather-bed, 

'I'is fafterthan the rafhes. 

P E G G Y. 
Then, Jody, fince thy love's fo true 5 

Let mither fconl, I'm eafy : 
Sae langs I live I ne'er mall rue 

For what I've done to pleafe thee. 
And there's my hand I's ne'er complain : 

Oh ! well's me on the rafhes ; 
Whene'er thcu likes I'll do't again, . 

And a feg for a' their clafhes. 2 \ 

D 6 S r k • , 



( 6o) 
S O N G. 

To the Tune of, Rothes's Lament • or, Pinky-houfe;- 

AS Sylvia in a foreft lay 
To vent her wo alone*;. 
Her fwain Syfoander came that way, 

And heard her dying moan, 
Ah. ! is my love (me faid) to you 

So worthlefs and fo vain : 
Why is your wonted fondnefs now 
Converted to difdain ? 

You vow'd the Kght fhou'd darknefs turn>. 

E'er you'd exchange your love ; 
In fhades now may creation mourn. 

Since you unfaithful prove. 
Was it for this I credit gave 

To ev'ry oath you fwore ? 
But ah ! it feems they mofl deceive,. 

Who moil: our charms adore. 

'Tis plain your drift was all deceit,. 

The practice of mankind : 
Alas ! I fee it, but too late, 

My love had made me blind.. 
For you, delighted I could die : 

But oh ! with grief I'm fill'd, 
To think that credulous conftant I 

Should by your felf be kill'd. 

This faid all breathlefs, fick and pale. 

Her head upon her hand, 
She found her vital fpirits fail, 

And fenfes at aftand. 
Syl-vander then began to melt : 

But ere the word was given, 
The heavy hand of death ihe felt, 

And figh'd her foul to heaven, M. 

m 



(6i ) 

The young Laird and Edinburgh Katv. 



NO W wat ye wha I meet yeflreen, 
Coming down the ilreet, my jo ? 
My mifiris in her tartan fcreen, 
Fow bonny, braw and fweet, my jo.- 
My dear, quoth I, thanks to the night, 
That never wiftit a lover ill, 
Since ye're out of your mither's fight 3 
Let's take a vvauk up to the hill. 

O Katy, wiltu gang wi* me, 
And leave the dinfome town a while ; 
The bloffom's fprouting fraethe tree, 
And a' the fummer's gawn to fmile : 
The mavis, nightingale, and lark, 
The Meeting lambs and whillling hynd> 
In ilka dale, green, maw and park, 
Will nourilh health, and glad ye'r mind. 

Soon as the clear goodman of day 
Bends his morning draught of dew r 
We'll gae to fome burn-fide and play, 
And gather flowers to busk ye'r brow. 
We'll pou the daifies on the green, 
The lucken gowans frae the bog : 
Between hands now and then we'll lean. 
And fport upo' the velvet fog. 

There's up into a pleafant glen, 
A wee piece frae my father's tower, 
A canny, faft and flow'ry den, 
Which circling birks have form'd a bower i 
When e'er the fun grows high and warm, 
We'll to the cauler made remove, 
There will I lock thee in mine arm, 
And loye and kifs, and kifs and love. 



(6 2 ) 

Raty'j Anfwer, 

MY mither's ay glowran o'er me, 
Tho' fhe did the fame before me 
I canna get leave 
To look to my loove, 
Or elfe /he'll be like to devour me. 

Right fain wad I take ye'r offer, 
Sweet Sir, but I'll tine my tocher ; . 
Then, Sandy, ye'll fret, 
And wyte ye'r poor Kate, 
Whene'er ye keek in your toom coffer. 

For tho' my father has plenty 
Of filler and pleniihing dainty, 
Yet he's unco fweer 
To twin wi* his gear ; 
And fae we had need to be tenty. 

Tutor my parents wi' caution, 
Be vvylie in ilka motion ; 

Brag well o 9 ye'r land, 
And there's my leal hand,, 
Win them, I'll be at your devotion. 



MA RT SCOT: 

HAPPY's the love which meets return, 
When in foft flames fouls equal burn ; 
But words are wanting to difcover 
The torments of a hopelefs lover. 
Ye regiltei s of heav'n, relate, 
If looking o'er the rolls of fate, 
Did you there fee me mark'd to imrrow 
Mary Scot the flower -of Tarreiv P 

Ah 



( 63 ) 

• Ah no ! her form's too heavenly fair, 
Her love the Gods above mail fhare ; 
While mortals with defpair explore her,. 
And at a diftance due adore her. 
G lovely maid ! my doubts beguile, . 
Revive and blefs me with a fmile : 
Alas f if not,, you'll foon debar a 
! Sighing fwain the banks of Yarrow. 

Behulh, ye fears, I'll not defpahv 
My Marfs tender as file's fair ; 
Then I'll go tell her all mine anguiih, 
She is too good to let me languiih : 
With fuccefs crown'd, I'll not envy 
The folks who dwell above the sky ; 
When Mary Scot's become my marrow,. 
We'll make a paradife on Yarrow. 



O'er Bogie, 



I Will a wa r wi my love; 
I willawa'* w? her, 
c lbd > a' my kin had Jhvorn and f aid ? 

Til o'er Bogie wi her. 
If I can get but her content, 

I dinna care a ftrae ; 
Tho' ilka ans be difcontent 5 

Awa'wi' her I'll gae. 
I will aw a\ &c. 

For nowfne's miflris of my heart/ 

And wordy of my hand, 
And well I wat we fhanna part ; 

For filler or for land. 
Let rakes delyte to fwear and drink* 

And beaus admire fine lace, 
But my chief pleafure is to blink 

On Btttfs bonny face, 
I will awa\ &c. 

There 



(6 4 ) 

There a r the beauties do combine, 

Of colour, treats and air, 
The faul that fparkles in her een 

Makes her a jewel rare : 
Her flowing wit gives mining life 

To a' her other charms ; 
How blefi: I'll be, when /he's my wifey 

And lockt up in my arms ! 
I will awa 1 ', &c. 

There blythly will I rant and fing, 

While o'er her fweets I range, 
I'll cry, Your humble fervant, King, 

Shamefa' them that wa'd change 
A kifs of Betty, and a fmile, 

Abeit ye wad lay down 
The right ye hae to Britain's ifle,. 

And offer me ye'r crown. 
/ tvill a<wa\ &c. 



O'er the Moor to Magg y.. 

AN D 111 o'er the Moor to Maggy, 
Her wit and fweetnefs call me, 
Then to my fair I'll mow my mind, 

Whatever may befall me. 
If fhe love mirth, I'll learn to fing ; 

Or likes the Nine to follow, 
I'll lay my lugs in Pindui fpring, 
And invocate Apollo. 

If fhe admire a martial mind, 

I'll fheathe my limbs in armour j 
if to the fofter dance inclind, 

With gay ell airs I'll charm her : 
If fhe love grandeur, day and night 

I'll plot my nation's glory, 
Find favour in my prince's fight, 

And ithine in future ftory, 

Beauty 



(6 5 ) 

Beauty can wonders work with eafe, 

Where wit is correfponding ; 
And bravefl men know beft to pleafe, 

With complaifance abounding. 
My bonny Maggys love can turn 

Me to what fhape fhe pleafes, 
If in her breail that flame fhall burn, 

Which in my bofom blazes. 



Pol wart on the GREEK 

AT Polwart on the green 
If you 11 meet me the morn > 
Where lajjfes do convene 
To dance about the thorn. 
A kindly welcome you fhall meet 

Frae her wha likes to view 
A lover and a lad compleat, 
The lad and lover you* 

Let dorty dames fay Na y 
As lang as e'er they pleafe, 
Seem caulder than the fna% 
While inwardly they bleez ; 
Eutlwill frankly maw my mind, 

And yield my heart to thee j 
Be ever to the captive kind, 

That langs na to be free. 

At Polwart on the green, 
Amang the new-mawn hay, 
With fangs and dancing keen 
We'll pafs the heartfome day. 
J l night, if beds be o'er thrang laid, 

And thou be tivind of thine, 
Thoujhall be 'welcome, my dear lady, 

To take a part of mine. 

John 



(66) 
John HayV bonny LaJJie. 

BY fmooth winding Tay a fwain was reclining, 
Aft ery'd he, Oh hey ! maun I ftill live pining 
My fell thus away, and darnadifcover 
To my bonny Hay that I am her lover r 

Nae mair it will hide, the flame waxes Granger ; 
If fhe's not my bride, my days are nae langer : 
Then I'll take a heart, and try at a venture, 
May be, e'er we part, my vows may content her. 

She's frefh as the fpring, and fweet as Aurora^ 
When birds mount and fmg, bidding day a good-mor- 
The fward of the mead, enamel'd with daifies, (row ! 
Look wither'd and dead, when twin'd of her graces. 

But if fhe appear where verdures invite her, 
The fountains run clear, and flowers fmell the fweeter : 
'Tis heaven to be by, when her wit is a flowing, 
Her fmiles and bright eye fet my fpirits a glowing. 

The rnair that I gaze the deeper I'm wounded ; 
Struck dumb with amaze, my mind is confounded i 
I'm all in a fire, dear maid, to carefs ye, 
For a* my defire is Hay's bonny laffie. 



Katharine Ogie. 

AS walking forth to view the plain, 
Upon a morning early, 
While ilia's fweet fcent did chear my brain, 

From flowers which grow fo rarely : 
I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid, 

She fhin'd tho' it was fogie ; 
I ask'd her name : Sweet Sir, lhe faid, 
My name is Katharine Ogie. 

I Hood 



(6 7 ) 

I flood a while, and did admire, 

To fee a nymph fo ftately ; 
So brisk an air there did appear 

In a country maid fo neatly : 
Such natural fweetnefs flie difplay'd, 

Like a lillie in a bogie; 
Diana's felf was ne'er array 'd 

Like this fame Katharhie Ogie. 

Thou fiow'r of females, beauty's Queen, 

Who fees thee, fure muil prize thee j 
Tho' thou art dreft in robes but mean, 

Yet thefe cannot difguife thee : 
Thy handfome air, and graceful look, 

Far excels any clowniih rogie ; 
Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke ? 

My charming Katharine Ogie. 

Q were I but fome fhepherd-fwain ! 

To feed my flock befide thee, 
At boughting-time to leave the plain* 

In milking to abide thee ; 
I'd think my felf a happier man, 

With Kate, my club, and dogie, 
Than he that hugs his thoufands ten, 

Had I but Katharine Ogie. 

Then I'd defpife th' imperial throne, 

And ftatefmens dangerous ftations : 
I'd be no king, I'd wear no crown,. 

I'd fmile at conquering nations : 
Might I carefs and Hill poffefs 

This lafs, of whom I'm vogie ; 
For thefe are toys and (till look lefs^ 

Compar'd with Katharine Ogie. 

But I fear the Gods have not decreed 

Forme fo fine a creature, 
Whofe beauty rare makes her exceed 

All other works in nature. 



Clouds 



( 68 ) 

Clouds of defpair furround my love, 

That are both dark and fogie : 
Pity my cafe, ye powers above* 

Elfe I die for Katharine Ogie. X, 



Ann thou were my ain Thing* 

OF race divide thou needs mull be, 
Since nothing earthly equals thee | 
For heaven's fake, oh I favour me, 
Who only lives to love thee. 
Ann thou were my ain thing, 
I would lo<ve thee, I would love thee l 
Ann thou were my ain thing, 
How dearly would I love thee / 

The Gods one thing peculiar have-, 
To ruin none whom they can fave i 
O ! for their fake, fupport a flave 5 
Who only lives to love thee, 
Ann thou were, &c. 

To merit I no claim can make, 
But that I love, and for your fake, 
What man can name, I'll undertake., 
So dearly do I love thee. 
Ann thou were, &c. 

My paflion, conftant as the fun, 
Flames ftronger ftill, will ne'er have done 
Till fates my threed of life have fpun, 
Which breathing out, I'll love thee, 
- Ann thou were, &c* X: 



Life 



(69) 



like bees that fuck the morning dew, 
Frae flowers of fweeteft fcentand hew, 
.Sae wad I dwell upo' thy mou, 
And gar the Gods envy me. 
Ann thou were, Sec. 

Sae lang's I had the ufe of light, 
I'd on thy beauties feafl my fight, 
Syne in faft whifpers through the night, 
I'd tell how much I loo'd thee. 
Ann thou were, Sec. 

How fair and ruddy is my Jean, 
-She moves a Goddefs o'er the green ; 
Were I a king, thou mould be queen, 
Nane but my Cell aboon thee. 
Ann thou were, &c. 

I'd grafp thee to this breaft of mine, 
Whilft thou, like ivy, or the vine, 
Around my ftronger limbs fhou'd twine, 
Form'd hardy to defend thee. 
Ann thou were, Sec. 

Time's on the wing, and will not flay, 
In mining youth Jet's make our hay, 
Since love admits ofnae delay, 
O let nae fcorn undo thee. 
Ann thou were, Sec. 

While love does at his altar Hand, 
Hae there's my heart, gi'e me thy hand, 
And, with ilk fmile thou malt command 
The will of him wha loves thee, 
Ann thou were, &c» 



There's 



(7°) 

'There's my Thumb III ne'er beguile thee 

MY fweeteft May, let love incline thee, 
T' accept a heart which he defigns thee ; 
And, as your conftant flave, regard it, 
Syne for its faithfulnefs reward it. 
'Tis proof a-fhot to birth or money, 
But yeilds to what is fweet and bonny ; 
Receive it then with a kifs and a fmily. 
There's my thumb it will ne'er beguile ye. 

How tempting fweet thefe lips of thine ar.% 
Thy bofom white, and legs fae fine are, 
That when in pools I fee thee clean 'em ; 
They carry away my heart between 'em. 
I wifh, and I wifh, while it gaes duntin, 
O gin I had thee on a mountain, 
Tho 1 kith and kin and a' fhou'd revile thee 3 
There's my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee. 

Alane through flow'ry hows I dander, 
Tenting my flocks left they fhou'd wander, 
Gin thou'll gae alang, I'll dawt thee gaylie, 
And gi'e my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee. 
O my dear laffie, it is but daffin, 
To had thy wooer up ay niffnaffin. 
That na, na, na, I hate it moil vilely, 
O fay, Yes, and I'll ne'er beguile thee. 



For the Love of JEAN. 

JO CRT faid to Jeany, J cany, wilt thou do't I 
Ne'er a fit, quo' Jeany, for my tochergood, 
For my tochergood, I winna marry thee, 
E'ens ye like, quo* Jonny, ye may let it b?. 

I hae 



( 7 1 ) 

I hae gowd and gear, I hae land enough, 
I hae ieven good owfen ganging in a pleugb, 
Ganging in a pleugh, and lingking o'er the lee, 
And gin ye winna take me, I can let ye be. 

I hae a good ha' houfe, a barn and a byer, 
A flack afore the door, 1*11 make a rantin fire : 
Til make a rantin fire, and merry mall we be j 
And gin ye winna take me, I can let ye be, 

Jeany faid to Jocky, gin ye winna tell, 
Ye mail be the lad, I'll be the lafs my fell 
Ye're a bonny lad, and I'm a laflie free, 
Ye're welcomer to take me than to let me be. 



SONG, 

To the Tune of, Peggy, I mujl love thee. 

B'ENEATHa beech's grateful made, 
Young Colin lay complaining ; 
He figh'd, and feem'd to love a maid, 

Without hopes of obtaining : 
For thus the fwain indulg'd his grief, 

Tho' pity cannot move thee, 
Tho' thy hard heart gives no relief, 
Yet, Peggy, I muft love thee. 

Say, Peggy, what has Colin done, 

That thus you cruelly ufe him ? 
If love's a fault, 'tis that alone, 

For which you mould excufe him : 
'Twas thy dear felf firft rais'd this flame, 

This fire by which I languim ; 
'Tis thou alone can quench the fame, 

And cool its fcorching anguifh. 



For 



(72 ) 

For thee I leave the fportive plain, 

Where ev'rv maid invites me-; 
For thee, fole caufe of all my pain, 

For thee that only flights me : 
This love that fires my faithful heart 

By all but thee's commended. 
Oh ! would thou acl fo good a part, 

My grief might foon be ended. 

That beauteous breaft, fo foft to feel, 

Seem'd tendernefs all over., 
Yet it defends thy heart like fteel, 

'Gainft thy defpairing lover. 
Alas ! tho' it fhould ne'er relent, 

Nor Colins care e'er move thee, 
Yet till life's lateft breath is fpent, 

My Peggy, I mull love thee. 



Genty Tibby, and fonfy Nelly. 

To the Tune of, Tibby Fowler In the Glen, 

TI B B T has a ftore o' charms, 
Her genty (hape our fancy warms ; 
How ftrangely can her fma' white arms 
Fetter the lad who looks but at her ; 
Frae'er ancle to her flender wafte, 

Thefe fweets conceal'd invite to dawt her ; 
Her rofy cheek, arid rifmg breaft, 

Gar ane's mouth gufh bowt fu' o' water. 

NELLY'S gawfy, faft and gay, 
Frem as the lucken flowers in May ; 
Ilk ane that fees her, crys, Ah hey 

She's bonny ! O I wonder at her. 
The dimples of her chin and cheek, 

And limbs fae plump invite to dawt her ; 
Her lips fae fweet, and skin fae fleek, 

Gar mony mouths befide mine water. 



Now 



(73 ) 

Now ftrike my finger in a bore, 
My wyfon with the maiden fhore, 
Gin I can tell whilkl am for, 

When thefe twa flars appear the gither, 

love ! why dolt thou gi'e thy fires 

Sae large, while we're oblig'd to neither ? 
Our fpacious fauls immenfe deiires, 
And ay be in a hankerin fwither. 

TIBBT's fhape and airs are fine, 
And Nellys beauties are divine : 
But fince they canna baith be mine, 

Ye Gods, give ear to my petition, 
Provide a good lad for the tane, 

But let it be with this prcrvifion, 

1 get the other to my lane, 

In profpecl//.2#0 and fruition. 



Up in the Air. 

N r O W the fun's gane out a' fight, 
Beet the ingle, and muff the light ; 
In giens the fairies skip and dance, 
And witches wallop o'er to France, 
Up in the air 
On my bonny grey mare, 
And I fee her yet, and I iee her yet. 

Up in, ike. .- ( 

The wind's drifting hail and fna\ ) 

O'er frozen hags, like a foot-ba' ; 
Nae ftarns keek thro' the azure flit, 
*Tis cauld, and mirk as ony pit. 
The man i' the moon 
Is caroufmg aboon ; 
D' ye fee, d' ye fee, d' ye fee him yet ? 
The man 9 &c» 

E Take 



(74) 

Take your glafs to clear your een, 
'Tis the elixir heals the fpleen, 
Baith wit and mirth it will infpire, 
And gently pufts the lover's fire. 
Up in the air, 
It drives away care ; 
Ha'e wi* ye, ha e wi' ye, and ha'e wi' ye, lads, yet 
' Up in, &c. 

Steek the doors, keep out the frofb 
Come, Willie, gi's about ye'r toll ; 
Til't, lads, and lilt it out, 
And let us ha'e a blythfome bout. 
Up wi't there, there, 
Dinna cheat, but drink fair : „ 
Huzza, huzza, and huzza, lads, yet. 
Up --wi't, &c. 



G 



Fy gar rub her o'er wi* Strae. 

IN ye meet a bonny laffie, 
Gi'e her a kifs, and let her gae j 
But if ye meet a dirty huffy, 
Fy gar rub her o'er wi' ftrae. 

Be fure ye dinna quat the grip 

Of ilka joy, when ye are young, 
Before auld age your vitals nip, 

And lay ye twafald o'er a rung. 

Sweet youth's a blyth and heartfome time i 
Then, lads and laffes, while 'tis May, 

Gae pu' the gowan in its prime, 
Before it wither and decay. 

Watch the faft minutes of delyte, 

When Jenny fpeaks beneath her breath, 

A,nd kifles, laying a' the wyte 
On you, if me kepp ony skaith, 

Haith 



(75) 

Haith ye're ill-bred, (he'll fmfling fay, 
Ye'll worry me, ye greedy rook ; 

Syne frae your arms fhe'll rin away, 
And hide herfelf in fome dark nook. 

Her laugh will lead you to the place, 
Where lies the happinefs ye want, 

And plainly tell you to your face, 
Nineteen na-fays are hafFa grant* 

Now to her heaving bofom cling, 
And fweetly toolie for a kifs : 

Frae her fair linger whoop a ring, 
As taiken of a future blifs. 

Thefe bennifons, I'm very fure, 
Are of the Gods indulgent grant : 

Then, furly carles, whifht forbear 

To plague us with your whinning cant. 



PATIE and PEGGY. 

, P A T I E . 

BY the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth. 
And rowing eye, which fmiling tells the truth, 
1 guefs, my lame, that as well as I, 
You're made for love, and why mould ye deny ? 

Peggy. 

But ken ye, lad, gin we confefs o'er foon, 
Ye think us cheap, and fy ne the ' wooing's done : 
The maiden that o'er quickly tines her pow'r, 
Like unripe fruit, will tafte but hard and fow'r. 

Pa t'i e. 
But when they hlng o'er lang upon the tree, 
Their fweetnefs they may tine, and fae may ye : 
Red-cheeked you compleatly ripe appear, * 

And I have thoi'd and woo'd a Jang haiF year. 

E z PeggyJ 



(76) 

Peggy. 

Then dinna pu' me ; gently thus I fa* 
Into my Pane's arms for good and a' : 
Bat ftint your wiihes to this frank embrace, 
And mint nae farther till we've got the grace. 

P A T I E. 

O charming armsfu' f hence, ye cares, away. 
I'll kifs my treafure a' the live lang day : 
A' night I'll dream my kifies o'er again, 
'Till that day come that ye'H be a' my ain. 

Chorus. 

Sun, gallop dotvn the iveftlin ski£s 9 
■Gangfoon to bed, and quickly rife ; 
O la/b your fieeds, poji time a<way t 
jJnd hajl about our bridal day : 
Jlndifye^re weary d, honeji light, 
Sleep gin ye like a week that night. 

The Mill, Mill—0. 

BE N E A T H a green made I fand a fair maid, 
Was fleeping found and Hill ■ ■■ — O j 
A' lowan vvi' love, my fancy did rove 

Around her with good will — O : 
Her bofom I preft ; but, funk in her reft, 

She ftir'dna my joy to fpill— O : 
While kindly fhe ilept, clofe to her I crept, 
And kifs'd, and kifs'd her my fill — O. 

Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land, 

T' employ my courage and skill— O, 
Frae her quietly I flaw, hoift fails and awa, 

For wind blew fair on the bill — O. 
Twa years brought me hame, where loud fraifing fame 

Tald me with a voice right mill — —O, 
My lafs, like a fool, had mounted the ftool, 

Nor kend wha had done her the ill — O. 

Mair- 



(77) 

Mair fond of her charms, with my fon in her arm$ 

I ferlying fpeer'd how Ihe fell O. 

Wi' the tear in her eye, quoth me, Let me die* 

Sweet Sir, gin I can tell — O. 
Love gave the command, I took her by the hand, 

And bad her a' fears expel! — O, 
And nae mair look wan, for I was the man 

Wha had done her the deed my fell — O. 

My bonny fweet lafs, on the gowany grafs, 

Beneath the pi I ling-bill — O , 
If I did offence, Ffe make ye amends 

Before I leave Peggy's mill — — O. 
O the mill, mill — O, and the kill, kill—Q y 

And the cogging of the wheel - O ; 

*The fack and thejieve, d that ye maun leave ^ 
And round <with a fodger reel — O. 



Colin and G r i s y parting. 

To the Tune of, Woe's my heart that <we Jhould /under > 

WITH' broken words, and down-caft eyes s 
Poor Colin fpoke his paffion tender- j 
And, parting with his Grijy, crys, 

Ah ! woe's my heart that we mould funder, 

To others I am cold as fnow, 

But kindle with thine eyes like tinder : 

From thee with pain I'm forc'd to go ; 
It breaks my heart that we mould funded 

Chain' d to thy charms, I cannot range', 

No beauty new my love lhall hinder, 
Nor time nor place lhall ever change 

My vows tho' we're oblig'd to funder. 

E 3 The 



if) 

The image of thy graceful air, 

And beauties which invites our wonder, 
Thy lively wit, and prudence rare, 

Shall itillbe prefent, tho' we funder. 

Dear nymph, believe thy fwain in this. 
You'll ne'er engage a heart that's kinder 5 

Then feal a promife with a kifs, 
Always to love me tho' we funder. 

Ye Gods, take care of my dear lafs. 
That as I leave her I may find her : 

When that bleft time mall come to pafs, 
We'll meet again, and never funder. 



The Gaberlunzie-man. 

TH E pawky auld carle came o'er the lee, 
Wi' many good e'ens and days to me, 
Saying, Goodwife. for your con rtefie, 

Will ye lodge a lilly poor man ? j 

The night was cauld, the carle was war, 
And down ayont the ingle he jfat ; 
Mjj daughter's moulders he 'gan to chip, 
And cadgily ranted and fang. 

O wow ! quo' he, were I as free, 
As flrft when I faw this country, 
How blyth and merry wad I be f 

And I wad never think lang. 
He grew canty, and me grew fain ; 
But little did her auld minny ken 
What thir flee twa togither were fay'n, 

When wooing they were fae thrang. 

And O ! quo' he, ann ye were as black, 
As e'er the crown of my dady's.hat, 
*Tis I wad lay thee by my back, 
And awa' wi' me thou ihou'd gang. 

And 



(79) 

And O ! quo ftie, ann I were as white, 
As e'er thefnaw lay on the dike, 
I'd clead me braw, and lady like, 
And awa' with thee I'd gang. 

Between the twa was made a plot ; 
They raife awee before the cock, 
And wilily they foot the lock, 

And faft to the bent are they gane. 
Up the morn the auld wife raife. 
And at her leifure pat on her claife ; 
Syne to the fervants bed me gae<;, 

To fpeer for the filly poor man. 

She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, 
The ftrae was cauld, he was away, 
She clapt her hand, cry'd, Waladay, 

For fome of our gear will be gane„ 
Some ran to coffers, and fome to kills, 
But nought was ftown that cou'd be miit, 
Shedanc'd her lane, cry'd, Praifc be bieft, 

I have lodg'd a leal poor man. 

Since nathing's awa', as we can learn, 
The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn, 
Gae butt the houfe, lafs, and waken my bairn,, 

And bid her come quickly ben. 
The fervant gade where the daughter lay, 
The meets was cauld, fhe was away, 
And fall to her goodwife can fay, 

She's aft* with the Gabsrlunzie-man. 

O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, 

And hafte ye find thefe traytors again I 

For file's be burnt, and he's be flain, 

The wearifu'Gaberlunzie-man. 
Some rade upo' horfe, fome ran a fit, 
The wife was wood, and out o' her wit : 
She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd fhe fit, 

But ay fhe curs'd and fhe band. 

E 4 Mean 



(8o) 

Mean time far hind out o'er the lee, 

Fu' fnug in a glen, where nane cou'd fee, 

The twa, with kindly fport and glee, 

Cut frae a newcheefea whanp- : 
The priving was good, it pleas 1 d° them baith, 
To lo'e her for ay, he gae her is aith. 
Quo' Ihe, to leave thee I will be laith, 

My winfome Gaberlunzie-man. 

O kend my minny I were wi' you,, 
Illfardly wad me crook her mou, 
Sic a poor man fhe'd never trow, 

After the Gaberlunzie-maii:. 
My dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er young, 
And ha' na lear'd the beggars tongue, 
To follow me frae town to town, 

And carry the Gaberiunzie on. 

Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, 
And fpindles and whorles for them wha need* 
Whitk is a gentle trade indeed, 

To carry the Gabeihmzle— O. 
I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee, 
And draw a black clout o'er my eye, 
A cripple or blind they will ca' me, 

While we fhall be merry and fmg. 



The CORDIAL. 

Tor the Tune of, Where Jhall our Goodman ly, 

H E. 

WHERE wad bonny Anne \y f 
Alane na mair ye maun ly ; 
Wad ye a goodman try ? 

Is that the thing ye're laking ? 

SHE 



( 8i ) 

S H E. 
Can a lafs fae young as I, 
Venture on the bridal tie, 
Syne down with a goodman ly ? 
I'm flee'd he keep me wauking. 

H E. 

Never judge until ye try, 
Mak me your goodman, I 
Shanna hinder you to ly, 
And fleep till ye be. weary. 

SHE. 
What if I mould wauking ly, 
When the hoboys are gawn by, 
Will ye tent me when I cry, 
My dear, I'm faint and iry ? 

H E. 

In my bofom thou fhalt ly, 
When thou waukrife art or dry, 
Healthy cordial ftanding by, 
Shall prefently revive thee, 

SHE. 
To your will I then comply, 
Join us, prieft, and let me try 
How I'll wi' a goodman ly 
Wha can a cordial give me* 



Ew-Bughts MARION, 

I L L ye go to the ew-bughts, Marion; 
And wear in the {heep wi' me i 
The fun mines fweet, my Marion, 

But nae half fae fweet as thee. 
Marion's a bonny lafs, 
. And the blyth blinks in her e^e ; 
And fain wad I 'marry Marion, 
Gin Marion wad marry me, 

E $ Th< 



( 82 ) 

There's gow'd in your garters, Marion, 

And filk on your white haufs-bane ; 
F u' fain wad I kifs my Marion 

At e'en when I comehame. ' . 

There's braw lads in Earn/law, Marion,.- 

Wha gape, and glovvr with their eye, 
At kirk when they fee my Marion ; 

But nane of them lo'es like me. 

IVe nine milk-ews, my Marian,. 

A cow and a brawny quey r 
I'll gi'e them a' to my Marion, 

Juft on her bridal day ; 
And ye's get a green fey apron, 

And waftcoat of the London brown :> 
And wow but ye will be vaj'ring, 

Whene'er ye gang to the town. 

I'm young and flout, my Marion ; 

Nane dances like me on the green & 
And gin ye forfake me, Marion, 

I'll e'en gae draw up wi' Jean ; 
Sae put on your fear/ins, Marion, 

And kyrtle of the , cramafie ; 
And focn as my chin has nae hair on, 

I mall come weft, and fee ye. Q^ 



The blythfome Bridal, 

FY let us a' to the bridal, 
For there will be lilting there ; 
For Jockfs to be married to Maggy, 

The lafs wi' the gowden hair. 
And there will be lang-kail and pottage, 

And bannocks of barley-meal ; 
And there will be good lawt herring, 

To relifh a cog of good ale, 
Fy let us a" to the bridal \ &.c. 

And 



( 8 3 ) 

And there will be Saney the futor, 

And Will wi' the meikle mou ; 
And there will be Tam the blutter, 

With Andrew the tinkler, I trow ; 
And there will be bou'd-legged Robbie, 

With thumblefs Katie's goodman ; 
And there will be blue-cheeked Doivbie, 

And Lanvrie the laird of the land. 
Fy let us, Sec. 

And there will be fow-libber Patie, 

And plucky-fac'd Wat i' the mill, 
Capper-nos'd Francie and Gihbie, 

That wins in the how of the hill ; 
And there will be dlajler Sibbie, 

Wha in with black Bejfy did mool, 
With fnivelling Lilly and Tibby, 

The lafs that ftands aft on the ftooL 
Fy let us, &c. 

And Madge that was buckled to Steenie,- 

And coft him grey breeks to his arfe, 
Wha after was hangit for Healing, 

Great mercy it happen'd na warfe : 
And there will be gleed Geordy Janners^ 

And Kirjh with the lilly-white leg, 
Wha gade to the fouth for manners, 

And bang'd up her wame in Mons-msg. 
Fy let us, Sec. 

And there will be Judan Maclaivrie, 

Andblinkin daft Barbara Macleg, 
Wi' flae-lugged fharny-fae'd Laiv?ie s 

And lhangy-mou'd halucket Meg. 
And there will be happer-ars'd Nanjy, 

And fairy-fae'd Flowrie by name,, 
Muck Madie, and fat-hippie Grijy, 

The lafs wi' the gowden wame> 
Fy let us j &€* 



E 6 And- 



{ U } 

And there will be Qirn-again-Gibtne^ 
With his glakit wife Jenny Bell, 

And mifle-fhinn'd Mungo Macapie, 

The lad that was skipper himiel. 

There lads and laffes in pearlings 
Will feaft in. the heart of the ha', 

On fybows, and rifarts, and curlings,. 
That are baith fodden and raw, 

Fy let us, Sec, 

And there will be-fadges andb'rach'en, , 

With fouth of good gabbocks of skate; . 
Bowfowdy and drammock, and crowdy, , 

And caller nowt-feet in a plate, 
And there will be-partans and.buckies,. 

And whytens and fpeldings enew, 
With finged fheep-heads, and a haggies, ., 

And fcadlips to fuptill ye fpew. 
Fy let us, &c s 

And there will be lapper'd-milk kebbuck*s, s 

And fowens, and farles, and baps, 
With fwats, and well feraped paunches, . 

And brandy in ftoups and in caps : 
And there will be meal-kail and caflocks^ 

With skink to fup till ye rive, 
And roafts to. roaft on a brander, 

Of fiowks that were taken alive. 
By let. us, &c. 

Scrapt haddocks,, wilks, dulfe and' tangle,-.. 

And a mill of good fniihing to prie; 
When weary with eating and drinking, . 

We'll rife up and dance till we die. 
Then fy let us cC to the bridal, 

For there nxiill be lilting there, 
For jockyV to be married to Maggie, 

The lajs <w? the gowdtn hair. 



<&* 



( H )■ 

The Highla?id Laddie. 

TH E lawland lads think they are fine ; 
But O they're vain and idly gawdy ! 
How much unlike that gracefu' mein, 

And manly looks of my highland laddie tl 
O my bonny benny highland laddie, . 
My handfome charming highland laddie ; 
May heaven ft ill guard, and lo<ve reward'' 
Our laivland la/s and her highland laddie.' . 

If I were free at will to chufe 

To be the wealthieft lawland lady, . 

I'd take young Donald without trews,. 
With bonnet blew, and belted plaidy,. 

O my bonny, Sec. 

The bra weft beau in borrows-tov/n, 
In a' his airs, with art made ready,. 

Compar'd to him, he's but a clown j. 
He's finer far in's tartan plaidy. 

O my bonny, &C. 

O'er benty hill with him I'll run, . 

And leave my lawland kin and dady, 
Frae winter's cauld, and fummer's fun,. 

He'll fcreen me with his highland plaidy* 
O my bonny ; &£.. - 

A painted room, and filken bed, . 

May pleafe a lawland laird and lady >; 
But I can kifs, and be as glad 

Behind a bum in's highland plaidy. 
O my bonny, &C. 

Few compliments between us pafs, 
I ca' him my dear highland laddie,. 

And he ca's me his lawland lafs, 
Syne rows me in beneath his plaidy. 

my bonny, &C» 



Nae 



( 86.) 

Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend, 

Than that his love prove true and fleady, 

Like mine to him, which ne'er mail end, 
While heaven preferves my highland laddie. 

O my bonny, &c. 



ALLAN-WATER: 

Or, My Love AnnieV 'very bonny. 

WHAT numbers fhall the mufe repeat ? 
What verfe be found to praife my Annie t 
On her ten thoufand graces wait, 
Each fwain admires, and owns me's bonny. 
Since firft me trode the happy plain, 

She fet each youthful heart on fire ; 
Each nymph does to her fwain complain* , 

That Annie kindles new defire. 

This lovely darling deareft care, 

This new delight, this charming Annie, 
Like fummer's dawn, (he's frefh and fair, 

When Flora's fragrant breezes fan ye. 
All day the am'rous youths conveen, 

joyous they fport and play before her ; 
All night, when fhe no more is feen, 

In blifsful dreams they ftill adore her. 

Among the crowd Amyntor came, 

He look'd, he lov'd, he bow'd to Annie \ 
His riiing fighs exprefs his flame, 

His words were few, his wifhes many. 
With fmiles the lovely maid reply'd, 

Kind fhepherd, why fhould I deceive ye f 
Alas ! your love muft be deny'd, 

This deflin'd breaft can ne'er relieve ye. 

Young Damon came with Cupid's art, 

His wyles, his fmiles, his charms beguiling^ 

He itole away my virgin heart ; 

Ceafe> poor Amyntor •, ceafe bewailing. 

Some- 



(8 7 ) 

Some brighter beauty you may find, 
On yonder plain the nymphs are many ; 

Then chufe fome heart that's unconfind, 

And leave to Damon his own Annie. C. 



The Collier s bonny Lajjie* 

TH E collier has a daughter, 
And O {he's wonder bonny, 
A laird he was that fought her, 

Rich baith in lands and money ; 
The tutors watch'd the motion 
Of this young honeft lover ; 
But love is like the ocean ; 
Wha can. its depth difcover V 

He had the art to pleafe ye, 

And was by a'refpedted ; 
His airs fat round him eafy, 

Genteel, but unaffected. 
The collier's bonny lafiie, 

Fair as the new blown lillie, 
Ay fweet, and never faucy, 

Secur'd the heart of Willie. 

He lov'd beyond expreffion 

The charms that were about her, 
And panted for pofTeilion, 

His life was dull without her. 
After mature refolving, 

Clofe to his breaft he held her, 
In fafteft flames diffolving, 

He tenderly thus tell'd her : 

My bonny collier's daughter, 

Let naething difcompofe ye 3 
'Tis no your fcanty tocher 

Shall ever gar me lofe ye : ■ 

For 



( 88 



For I have gear in plenty, 
And love fays, 'tis ray duty 

To ware what heaven has lent me, 
Upon your wit and beauty. 



Where Helen lies. 

To in Mourning. 

AH ! why thofe tears in Netty's eyes ; 
To hear thy tender fighs and cries, 
The Gods ftand lift'ning from the skies, 

Pleas' d with thy piety. 
To mourn the dead, dear nymph, forbear, 
And of one dying take a care, 
Who views thee as an angel fair, 
Or fome divinity. 

O be lefs graceful, or more kind, 
And cool this fever of my mind, 
Caus'd by the boy fevere and blind ; 

Wounded I figh for thee .; 
While hardly dare I hope to rife 
To fuch a height by Hymen's ties. 
To lay me down where Helen lies', 

And with thy charms be free. 

Then muft I hide my love, and die, 
When fuch a fovereign cure is by ? 
No -■> (he can love, and I'll go try, 

Whate'er my fate may be, 
Which foon J'll read in her bright eyes, 
With thofe dear agents I'll advife, 
They tell the truth when tongues tell lies,, 

The learl believ'd by me. 



SONG, 



( 8, ) 
S O N G. 

To the Tune of, Gallowjhieh. 

AH the fhepherd's mournful fate, 
When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languilh, 
To bear the fcornful fair one's hate,. 

Nor daredifclofe hisanguifh. 
Yet eager looks, and dying fighs, 

My fecret foul difcover, 
While rapture trembling thro' mine eyes,. 

Reveals how much I love her. 
The tender glance, the redning cheek, 

O'erfpread with riling blufhes, 
A thoufand various ways they fpeak 

A thoufand various wiihes. 

For oh \ that form fo heavenly fair, 

Thofe languid eyes fo fweetly fmiling, 
That artlefo blulh, and modeit air,. 

So fatally beguiling. 
Thy every look, and every grace, 
, So charm whene'er I view thee ; 
Till death overtake me in the chace, 

Still will my hopes purfue thee. 
Then when my tedious hours are pail s 

Be this lail blefling given, 
Low at thy feet to breathe my laft, 

And die in fight of heaven. 



To L. M. M. 

Tune, Ran tin roaring Willie, 

OMART! thy graces and glances,. 
Thy fmiles fo inchantingly gay, 
And thoughts fo divinely harmonious,. 
Clear wit and good humour difplay,. 

But 



( 9 o ) 

Bat fay not thou'It imitate angels 

Ought farrer, tho' fcarcely, ah me f 

Can be found equalizing thy merit, 
A match amongft mortals for thee. 

Thy many fair beauties fhed fires 

May warm up ten thoufand to love, 
Who defpairing, may fly to fome other, 

While I may defpair, but ne'er rove. 
What a mixture of fighing and joys 

This diftant adoring of thee, 
Gives to a fond heart too afpiring, 

Who loves in fad filence like me ? 

Thus looks the poor beggar on treafure, 

And fhipwreckM on landskips on more 
Be ftill more divine, and have pity ; 

I die foon as hope is no more. 
For, M ART, my foul is thy captive,. 

Nor loves, nor expects, to be free j 
Thy beauties are fetters delightful, 

Thy flavery's a pleafure to me. 



This is no mine ain Houfe, 

TH I S is not mine ain houfe, 
I ken by the rigging o't ; 
Since with my love I've changed vows, 

I dinna like the bigging o't, 
For now that I'm young Rabies bride, 
And miftris of his fire-fide, 
Mine ain houfe I'll like to guide, 
And pleafe me with the trigging o't. 

Then farewell to my father's houfe, 

I gang where love invites me ; 
The ftridteft duty this allows, 

When love with honour meets me. 

Whd 



(9i ) 

When Hymen moulds us into ane, 
My Robiis nearer than my kin, 
And to refufe him were a fin , 
Sae lang's he kindly treats me. 

When I'm in mine ain houfe, 

True love mail be at hand ay, 
To make me Hill a prudent fpoufe, 
And let my man command ay ; 
Avoiding ilka caufe of ilrife, 
The common pelt of married life, 
That makes ane wearied of his wife, 
And breaks the kindly band ay. 



Fint a Crum of thee Jhe faws, 

RETURN hameward, my heart, again* 
And bide where thou was wont to be, 
Thou art a fool to fufFer pain 

For love of ane that loves not thee : 
My heart, let be fie fantafie, 
Love only where thou hail good caufe J 

Since (corn and liking ne'er agree, 
The fine a. crum of thee flie faws. 

To what effeft mould thou be thrall ? 
- Be happy in thine ain free-will, 
My heart, be never beaftial, 

But ken wha does the good or ill : 

At hame with me then tarry Hill, 
And fee wha can beft play their paws., 

And let the (illy fling her fill, 
For fint a crum of thee fhe faws. 

Tho' me be fair, I will not fenzie, 

She's of a kind with mony mae j 
Tor v/hy, they are a felon menzie 

That feemeth good, and are not fae. 



My 



( 9* ) 

My heart, take neither fturt nor wae 
For Meg, for Marjory, or Maufe, 

But be thou blyth, and let her gae, 
For lint a crum of thee fhe faws. 

Remember how that Medta 

Wild for a fight of J a/on yied, 
Remember how young Crejfida 

Lzft Trollies for Diomede ; 

Remember Helen > as we read, 
Brought Troy from blifs unto bair waws : 

Then Jet her gae where fhe may fpeed, 
For fiat a crum of thee fhe faws. 

Becaufe fhe faid I took it ill,' 

For her depart my heart was fair, 

But wasbeguil'd ; gae where fhe will, 
Befhrewthe heart that fir-ft takes care-: 
But be thou merry late and air, 

This is the final end and claufe, 
And let her feed and fooly fair, 

For flnt a crum of thee fhe faws. 

Ne'er dunt again within mybreaff, 
Ne'er let her flights thy courage fpill, 

Nor gie a fob, altho' fhe fneeft, 
She's fairer! paid that gets her wilh 
She geeks as gif I mean'd her ill, 

When fhe glaicks paughty in her braws j 
Now let her fnirt and fyke her fill, 

For'fint a crum of thes fhe faws. 



To Mris. E. C. 

Tune, Sae merry as we have been, 

NOW Phczhus advances on high, 
Nae footileps of winter are feen ; 
The birds carrol fweet in the sky, 

And lambkins dance reels on the greea. 

Thro' 



( 93) 

Thro' plantings, by burnies fae clear, 
We wander for pkafure and health, 

Where buddings and bloffoms appear, 
Giving profpe&s of joy and wealth. 

View ilka gay fcene all around, 

That are, and that promife to be j 
Yet in them a'nathing is found 

Sae perfecl, Eliza, as thee. 
Thy een the clear fountains excell, 

Thy locks they out-rival the grove ; 
When zephyres thofe plealingly fwell, 

Ilk wave makes a captive to love. 

The rofes and lillies combin'd, 

And flowers of maift delicate hue, 
By thy cheek and dear breafts are out-ftiinM, 

Their tindures are naithing fae true. 
What can we compare with thy voice ? 

And what with thy humour fae fweet ? 
Nae muiick can blefs with fie joys ; 

Sure angels are juft fae complete. 

Fair bloiTom of ilka delight, 

Whofe beauties ten thoufand out-lhine i 
Thy fweets mall be Ming and bright, 

Being mixt with fae many divine. 
Ye powers, who have given fie charms 

To Eliza, your image below, 
O fave her frae all human harms ! 

And make her hours happily flow. 



My Dady forbad, my Minny forbad. 

WHEN I think on my lad, 
I figh and am fad, 
For now he is far frae me, 



My 



(94) 

My dady was harm, 
My minny was warfe, 

That gart him gae yont the fea, 
Without an eftate, 
That made him look blate 

And yet a brave lad is he. 

Gin fafe he come hame, 
In fpite of my dame, 

He'll ever be welcome tome. 

Love fpeers nae advice 
Of parents o'er wife, 

That have but ae barn like me, 
That looks upon cam, 
As paething but tram, 

That fhackles what fhou'd be free. 
And tho 1 my dear lad 
Not ae penny had, 

Since qualities better has he ; 
Abeit Fm an heirefs, 
I think it but fair is, 

To love him, fince he loves me. 

Then, my dear Jamie, 
To thy kind Jeanie, 

Hafte, hafte thee in o'er the fea, 
To her wha can find 
Nae eafe in her mind, 

Without a blyth fight of thee. 

Tho' my daddy forbad, 
And my minny forbad, 

Forbidden I will not be j 

For fince thou alone 
My favour haft won, 

Nane elfe mall e'er get it for me. 

Yet them I'll not grieve, 
Or without their leave, 
Gi'e my hand as a wife to thee : 



(95 ) 

Be content with a heart, 
That can never defert, 
Till they ceafe to oppofe or be. 
My parents may prove 
Yet friends to our love, 
When our firm refolves they fee ; 
Then I with pleafure 
Will yield up my treafure, 
And a' that love orders to thee. 



Tune, Steer her np> mid had her gawn t 

O Steer her up, and had her gawn, 
Her mither's at the mill, jo j 
But gin me winna tak a man, 

E'en let her tak her will, jo. 
Pray thee, lad, leave filly thinking, 

Caft thy cares of love away; 
Let's our forrows drown in drinking, 
*Tis daffin langer to delay. 

See that mining glafs of claret, 

Ho w invitingly it looks j 
Take it afF, and let's have mair o% 

Pox on fighting, trade, and books. 
Let's have pleafure while we're able, 

Bring us in the meikle bowl, 
Plac'fc on the middle of the table, 

And let wind and weather gowL 

Call the drawer, let him fill it 

Fou, as ever it can hold : 
O tak tent ye dinna fpill it, 

'Tis mair precious far than gold, 
By you've drunk a dozen bumpers, 

Bacchus will begin to prove, 
Spite of Venus and her Mumpers > 

Drinking better is than love, 

Clout 



(96) 

Clout the Caldron* 



H4 V E you any pots or pans, 
Or any broken chandlers ? 



I am a tinkler to my trade. 
And newly come frae Flanders, 

As fcant of filler as of grace, 
Disbanded, we've a bad-run ; 

Gar tell the lady of the place", 
I'm come to clout her caldron. 

*Fa adrie, didle, didle, &c. 

-Madam, if you have wark for me, 

I'll do't to your contentment, 
And dinna care a fingle flie 

For any man's resentment ; 
For, lady fair, tho 1 I appear 

To every ane a tinkler, 
Yet to yourfell I'm bauld to tell, 

I am a gentle jinker. 
Fa adrie, didle, didle, &c. 

Love Jupiter into a fwan 

Turn'd for his lovely Leda ; 
He like a bull o'er meadows ran, 

To carry aff Europa. 
Then may not I, as well as he, 

To cheat your Argos blinker, 
And win your love, like mighty Jove, 

Thus hide me in a tinkler. 
Fa adrie, didle, didle, &c. 

Sir, ye appear a cunning man, 

But this fine plot you'll fail in, 
For there is neither pot nor pan 

Of mine you'll drive a nail in. 
Then bind your budget on your back, 

And nails up in your apron, 
For I've a tinkler under tack 

That's us'd to clout my caldron. 
Fa adrie, didle, didle, &c. 



i 



(97) 
The Malt-Man. 

TH E malt-man comes on Munday, 
He craves wonder fair, 
Cries, Dame, come g?e me my filler. 

Or malt ye Jail 'tie 'er get mair. 
•I took him into the pantry, 

And gave him fome good cock-broo, 
Syne paid him upon a gantree, 
As heftier" wives mould do., 

When malt-men come for filler, 

And gangers with wands o'erfoon. 
Wives, tak them a' down to the cellar, 

And clear them as I have done. 
■ This bewith, when cunzie is {"canty, 

Will keep them frae making din. 
The knack I learn'd frae an au!d aunty, 

The fnackeft of a' my kin . 

The malt-man is right canning, 

But lean beasilee. 
And he may crack of his winning, 

When he clears fcores with me : 
For come when "he likes, I'm ready j 

But if frae hame I be, 
Let him wait on our kind lady, 

She'll anfwer a bill for me. 



Bonny Bessy. 

Tune, Bejfyh Haggles. 

BESSr's beauties mine fae bright,. 
Were her many virtues fewer, 
bhe wad ever give delight, 

And in tranfport make me view her. 

F Bonny 



(98 ) 

Bonny Bejy, thee alane 

Love I, naething elfe about thee ; 
With thy comelinefs I'm tane, 

Andlanger cannot live without thee. 

BESSYS bofom's faft and warm, 
Milk-white fingers itill employ'd, 

He who takes her to his arm, 

Of her fweets can ne'er be cloy'd. 

My dear Bejy, when the roles 
" Leave thy cheek, as thou grows aulder, 

Vertue, which thy mind difclofes, 
Will keep love frae growing caulder. 

BESST's tocher is but fcanty, 

Yet her face and foul difcovers 
Thefe inchanting fweets in plenty 

Muft intice a thoufand lovers. 
It's not money, but a woman 

Of a temper kind and eafy, 
That gives happinefs uncommon, 

Petted things can nought but teezye. 



Omnia vincit Amor. 

AS I went forth to view the fpring 
Which Flora had adorned 
In raiment fair ; now every thing j. 
The rage of winter fcorned : fi, 
I caft mine eye, and did efpy 

A youth, who made great clamor ; 
And drawing nigh, I heard him cry, 

Ah ! omnia <vincit amor, >■■$#» 

Upon his breaft he lay along, 

Hard by a murm'ring river, 
And mournfully his doleful fong 

With fighs he did deliver, 

Ah? 



(99) 

Ah ! Jeanfs face and comely grace, 
Hef locks that mine like lammer, 

With burning rays have cut my days > 
For omnia <vincit amor. 



Herglancy een like comets fheen, 

The morning fun out-mining, 
Have caught my heart in Cupid's net, 

And make me die with pining, 
Durft I complain, nature's to blame, 

So curioufly to frame her, 
Whofe beauties rare make me with care 

Cry, omnia vincit amor. 

Ye chryftal flreams that fwiftly glide, 

Be partners of my mourning, 
Ye fragrant fields and meadows wide, 

Condemn her for her fcorning : 
Let every tree a witnefs be, 
' How juftly I may blame her ; 
Ye chanting birds, note thefe my words, 

Ah! omnia wincit amor . 

Had me been kind as (he was fair, 

She long had been admir'd, 
And been ador'd for ve'rtues rare, 

Wh' of life now makes me tir'd. 
Thus faid, his breath begun to fail, 

He could not fpeak, but Hammer ; 
He figh'd full fore, and Lid no more, 

But omnia <vincit amor. 

When I obfeiVd him near to death, 

I run in hafte to fave him, 
But quickly he refign'd his breath. 
' ^So deep the wound love gave him. 
Now for her fake this vow I'll make, 

My tongue mall ay defame her, 
While on his herfe I'll write this verfe, 
Ah ! omnia <vincit amor. 

F z Straigkt 



( 100 ) 

Straight I otfnfider'd in my mind 

Upon the matter rightly, 
And found, tho' Cupid he be blind, 

He proves in pith moll mighty. 
For warlike Mars, nor thund'ring j^eve, 

And Vulcan with his hammer, 
Bid ever prove the Haves of love, 

For omnia mncit amor. 

Hence we may fee th' eifcfts of love, 

Which gods and men keep under, 
That nothing can his bonds remove, 

Or torments break afunder : 
Nor wife, nor fool, need ge to fchool, 

To learn this from his grammar; 
His heart's the book where h^s to kok 

For omnia <vincit amor. Q^ 



"The auld Wife beyont the Fire. 

tJT^ HERE was a wife won'd in a glen, 
JL And fhe had dochters nine or ten, 
I hat fought the houfe baith but and ben, 
t To find their mam a fnifhing. 

The auld <wife beyont thefire % 

The auld nvife anieji the fire y 

The auld ivife aboon the fire ', 

She died for lack offnifljing. 

II. 

Her mill into fome hole had fawn, 
Whatrecks, quoth fhe, let it be gawrj^ 
JFor I maun hae a young goodman 
4|hall furnifh me with fnifhing. 
\ The auld <wife, &c. 
1 He 



( l£i ) 

III. 

" Her eldeft docker faid right bauld, 
]Fy, mother, mind that now ye're auld, 
And if ye with a yonker waW » 

He'll wafte away your miming. 
The auld wife > Jfccr 

IV. 
The youngeft dochter ga'e a ftiout, 
JO mother dear ! your teeth's a' out, 
Befides halT blind, you have the gout, 
Your mill can had nae {mining. 
Tin auld Wife, &c. 
V. 
Ye lied, ye limmers, cries aald mump. 
For I hae baith a tooth and (lump, 
And will nae langer live in dump, 
By wanting of my miming. 
The aidd wife, &c. 

VI. 

Thole ye, fays Peg, that pauky Hut, 
Mother, if you can crack a nut, 
i'Then we will a' confent to it, 

That you mall have a miming,, 
The auld wife, &e. 

VII. 

The auld ane did agree to that?. 
And they a piftol-bullet gat ; 
She powerfully began to crack, 
To won herfell a fnifhing. 
The auld wife, &c, 

T 3 Bravst 



Note, Snilhingin i f s literal meaning is fnuff made of 
Tobacco ; but in this fong it means fometimc. 
contentment, a husband, love, money, &c, & .. ; 



( 102 ) 

VIII. 

Braw fport it was to fee her chow't, 
And 'tween her gums fae fqueez and row't, 
While frae her jaws the Haver flow'd, 
And ay flie curs'd poor flumpy. 
The auld wife, &c. 

IX. 

At laft me gae a defperate fqueez, 
Which brak the lang tooth by the nee£, 
And fyne poor flumpy was at eafe, 
But me tint hopes of fniihing, 
The auld wife, &e. 

X. 

She of the task began to tire, 
And frae her dochters did retire, 
Syne lean'd her down ayont the fire, 
And dyed for lack of fniihing. 
The auld wife, &c. 

XL 

Ye auld wives notice well this truth, 
A (Toon as ye're paft mark of mouth, 
JN e'er do what's only fit for youth. 

And leave aft" thoughts of fniihing i 

Elfe like this wife heyont the fire, 

T J r bairns againfi you will con/pre | 

Nor will ye get, unlefs ye hire, 

A young man with your fnijhing. Q) 



Til never love thee more. 

MY dear and only love, f pray, 
That little world of thee, 
Be govem'd by no other fway, 
But purell monarchy ; 

For 



( I0 3 ) 

For if confufion have a part, 

Which virtuous fouls abhor, 
I'll call a fynod in my heart, 

And never love thee more. 

As Alexander I will reign, 

And I will reign alone, 
My thoughts did evermore difdaitt 

A rival on my throne. 
He either fears his fate too much, 

Or his deferts are fmall, \ 

Who dares not put it to the touch, 

To gain or lofe it all. 

But I will reign, and govern ftill, 

And always give the law, 
And have each fubject at my will, 

And all to Hand in aw : 
But 'gainft my batteries if I find 

Thou ftorm, or vex me fore, 
As if thou fet me as a blind, 

I'll never love thee more. 

'. 
And in the empire of thy heart, 

Where I mould folely be, 
If others do pretend a part, 

Or dares to mare with me : 
Or committees if thou ereft, 

Or go on fuch a fcore, 
I'll fmiling mock at thy negledt,- 

And never love thee more. 

But if no faithlefs a&ion {lain 

Thy love and conftant word, 
I'll make thee famous by my pen, 

And glorious by my (word. 
I'll ferve thee in fuch noble ways, 

As ne'er was known before ; 
ril deck and crown thy head with Bays, 

And love thee more and more. 

F 4 W* 



( 104 ) 
The Black Bird. 

UP N a fair morning for foft recreation, 
I heard a fair lady was making her moan, 
With fighing and fobing, and fad lamentation, 
Saying, My black /Wmoft royal is flown. 
My thoughts they deceive me, 
Reflections do grieve me, 
And I am o'erburthen'd with fad mifery ; 
Yet if death mould blind me, 
As true love inclines me, 
My black bird I'D feek out, wherever he be. 

Once into fair England my black bird did flourifli, 

He was the chief flower that in it did fpring ; 
Prime ladies of honour his perfon did nourim, 
Becaufe he was the true fon of a king : 
But fince that falfe fortune, 
Which ftill is uncertain, 
Has caufed this parting between him and me, 
His name I'll advance" 
In Spain and m France, 
And feek out my black bird, wherever he be. 

The birds of the foreft all met together, 

The turtle has chofen to dwell with the doves 
And I am refolv'd in foul or fair weather, 
Once in the fpring to feek out my love. 

He's all my heart's treafure, 

My joy and my pleafure ; 
And juftly (my love ) my heart follows thee s 

Who are conftant and kind,, 

And couragious of mind, 
All bills on my black bird, wherever he be. 

In England my black bird and I were together, 
Where he was ftill noble, and generous of heart. 

Ah ! wo to the time that firft he went thither, 
Alas ! he was fr.rc'd foen thence to depart. 

In 



( *°5 ) 

In Scotland he's deem'd, 
, And highly efteem'd, 
In England he feemeth a ftranger to be i 
Yet his fame fhall remain 
In France and in Spain. 
All blifs to my black bird, wherever he be. 

What if the fowler my black bird has taken, 

Then fighing and fobing will be all my tune ; 
But if he is fafe, I'll not be forfaken, 

And hope yet to fee him in May or in June. 
For him through the fire, 
Through mud and through mire, 
I'll go -, for I love him to fuch a degree, 
Who is conftant and kind, 
And noble of mind, 
Deferving all bleffings, wherever he be, 

It is not the ocean can fright me with danger, 

Nor tho' like a pilgrim I wander forlorn, 
I may meet with friendfhip of one is a ftranger, 
More than of one that in Britain is born. 
I pray heaven fo fpacknr, 
To Britain be gracious, 
Tho' fome there be odious to both him and me ? 
Yet joy and renown, 
And laurels mall crown 
My black bird with honour, wherever he be. 



— *|P» 



Take your auld Cloak about you* 

IN winter when the rain rain'd cauld 
And froft and fnaw on ilka hill. 
And Boreas f with his Mails fae bauJd, 

Was threat'ning a' our ky to kill : 
Then Bell my wife, wha loves na ijri% 

She faid to me right haftiiy, 
Get up, goodman, fave Crcm/s life-, 
And tak your auld deak about ye, 

p 5 - . ># 



( ro6 ) 



My Cromie is an ufeful cow, 

And flie is come of a good kyne j 
Aft has me wet the bairn's mou, 

And I am laith that me thou'd tyne r 
Get up, goodman, it is fou time, 

The fun mines in the lift fae hie ; 
Sloth never made a gracious end, 

Go tak your auld cloak about ye. 

My cloak was anes a good grey cloak^ 

When it was fitting for my wear ; 
But now it's fcantly worth a groat, 

For I have worn't this thirty year ; 
Let's fpend the gear that we have won,, 

We little ken the day we'll die : 
Then I'll be proud, fince I have fworn 

To have a new cloak about me. 

In days when our king Robert rang, 

His trews they coll but haffa crown ;, 
He faid they were a groat o*er dear, 

And call'd the taylor thief and lour. . 
He was the kingjhat wore a crown, 

And thou the man of laigh degree,, 
'Tis pride puts a' the country down, 

Sae tak thy auld cloak about thee. 

Every land has its ain laugh, 

|ik kind. of corn it has its hool, 
I think the warld is a' run wrang, 

When ilka wife her man wad rule I, 
Bo ye not fee Rob, Jock, and Hab } 

As they are girded gallantly, 
While I fit hurklen in the afe ; 

I'll have a new cloak about me. 

Goodman, I wate 'tis thirty years, 

Since we did ane anither ken ; 
And we have had between us twa. 

Of lads and bonny laffes ten : 

V Now 



( r°7 ) 

Now they are women grown and men, 
I wifh and pray well may they be ; 

And if you prove a good husband, 
E T en tak your auld cloak about ye, 

Bell my wife, fhe loves na ftrife ; 

But fhe wad guide me, if me can, 
And to maintain an eafy life, 

I aft maun yield, tho' I'm good man : 
Nought's to be won at woman's hand, 

Unlefs ye give her a' the plea j 
Then I'll leave aff where I began, 

And tak my auld cloak about me. 



The Quadruple Alliance. 

Tune, Jocky blyth and\gay a 

SWIFT, Sandy, Young, and Gay 3 
Are ftill my heart's delight, 
I fmg their fangs by day, 

And read their tales at night. 
If frae their books I be, 
'Tis dullnefs then with me ; 
But when thefe ftars appear, 
Jokes, fmiles, and wit inine clear, 

Swift with uncommon flile, 

And wit that flows with eafe, 
jjnftrucls us with a fmile, ! 
And never fails to pleafe. 
Bright SaaM/y greatly fings 
Of heroes, Gods, and kings : 
He well deferves the bays, 
And Qv'ry Briton's praife. 

E 6 While 



( io8 ) 

While thus our Homer fhines ; 

Young, with Horacian Hame, 
Correfts thefe faife defigns 

We pufh in love of fame. 
Blyth Gay in pawky ftrains, 
Makes villains, clowns, and fwains 
Reprove, with biting leer, 
Thofe in a higher fphere. 

Sivlft, Sandy, Young, and Gay, 

Long may you give delight ; 

Let all the dunces bray, 

You're far above their fpite ; 
Such, from a malice four, 
Write nonfenfe, lame and poor, 
Which never can fucceed, 
For, who the tram will read ? 



The End of the Firjl Volume, 




THE 

TEA-TABLE 

MISSELLANY. 



She fung — the youth attention gave. 
And charms on charms efpies : 

Then all in raptures falls a Jlave, 
Both to her n/oice and eyes. 

Vol. II. 



To Clarinda. 
A SONG, 

To the Tune of, Iwijh my Love were In a Mire, 

BL E S T as the immortal Gods is he, 
The youth who fondly Jits hy thee, 
And hears and fees thee all the while j 

Softly fpeak and ftveetly fmile y &c 
So fpoke and fmiPd the eaftern maid ; 
Like thine, feraphick were her charms, 
That in Circajia's vineyards ftray'd, 
And bleft the wifeft monarchs arms. 

A thoufand fair of high defert, 
Strave to enchant the amorous king ; 
But the Circafian gain'd his heart, 
And taught the royal bard to fmg, 

Clarinda 



(no) 

Clarinda thus our fang infpires, 
And claims the fmooth and highefl lays, 
But while each charm our bofom fires, 
Words feem too few to found her praife. 

Her mind in ev'ry grace complete, 
To paint furp^ffes human skill : 
Her majeily, mixt with the fweet, 
Let feraphs fmg her if tboy will. 
Whilil wond'ring, with a ravifh'd eye, 
We all that's perfecl in her view, 
Viewing a filler of the sky, 
To whom an adoration's due. 



A SONG, 

To the Tune of, Lochaber no more. 

FAREWELL to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean, 
Where heartfome with thee I've mony day been? 
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, 
We'll may be return to Lochaber no more. 
Thefe tears that I fhed, they are a' for my dear, 
And no for the dangers attending on weir, 
Tho' bore on rough feas to a far bloody more, 
Maybe to return to Lochaber no more. 

Tho' hurrycanes rife, and rife every wind, 
They'll ne'er make a tempefl like that in my mind. 
Tho' loudefl of thunder on louder waves roar, 
That's naething like leaving my love on the more. 
To leave thee behind me, my heart is fair pain'd. 
By eafe that's inglorious, no fame can be gain'd, 
And beauty and love's the reward of the brave, 
And I mull deferve it before I can crave. 

Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excufe, 
Since honour commands me, how can I refufe ? 
Without it I ne'er can have merit for thee, 
And without thy favour I'd better not be. 

I gae 



( Mft ) 

I gae then, my lafs, to win honour and fame^ 
And if I mould luck to come glorioufly hame, 
Til bring a heart to thee with love running o'er, 
And then I'll leave thee and Locbaber no more. 



The auld Goodman*. 

LATE in an evening forth I went, 
A little before the fun gade dow?:, 
Anci there I chanc'd by accident, 

To light on a battle new begun. 
A man and his wife was fawn in a flrifbj 

I canna well tell ye how it began ; 
But ay fhe waii'd her wretched life, 

And cry'd ever, alake my auld goodman. 

He. 

Thy auld goodman that thou tells of, 

The country kens where he was born. 
Was but a filly poor vagabond, 

And ilka ane leugh him to fcorn ; 
For he did fpend,, and make an end 

Of gear that his fore-fathers wan, 
He gart the poor ftand frae the door, 

Sae tell "nae mairof thy. auld goodman, * 

She. 
My heart alake, is liken to break, 

When I think on my winfome Job?:, 
His blinkan eye, and gate fae free,., >, M 

Was naithing like thee, thou dofend drone. 
His rofie face, and flaxen hair, v 

And a skin as white as;oriyfwan,' ■ 
Was large and tall, and comely Vfthall, 

AnAthou'lt never be like my auld goodman. 



Hi, 



( Hf ) 

He. 
Why doit thou pleen ? I thee maintain. 

For meal and mawt thou difna want ; 
But thy wild bees I canna pleafe, 

Now when our gear gins to grow fcant. 
Of houfhold-ftuff thou haft enough, 

Thou wants for neither pot nor pan ; 
Of fiklike ware he left thee bare, 

Sae tell nae mair of thy auld goodman. 

She. 
Yes I may tell, and fret my fell, 

To think on thefe blyth days I had, 
When he and I together lay 

In arms into a well-made bed. 
But now I figh, and may be fad, 

Thy courage is cauld, thy colour wan, 
Thou falds thy feet, and fa's afleep, 

And thou'lt ne'er be like my auld goodman. 

Then coming was the night fae dark, 

And gane was a 1 the light of day ; 
The carle was fear'd to mifs his mark, 

And therefore wad naelanger ftay, 
Then up he gat, and he ran his way, 

I trow the wife the day me wan, 
And ay the o'erword of the fray 

Was ever, a/aie my auld goodman. Z« 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, Valiant Jocry. 
On a beautiful, but itery young Lady. 

BEAUTY from fancy takes its arms, 
And ev'ry common face forne bread may move,, 
bome in a look, a (hape, or air find charms, 
To juitify their choice^ cr boaft their love. 

Bat 



( »3 ) 

But had the great Apelles feen that face, 

When he the Cyprian goddefs drew, 
He had neglected all the female race, 

Thrown his firft Venus by, and copied you. 
In that defign, 
Great nature would combine 
To fix the ftandard of her facred coin ; 
The charming figure hadenhanc'd his fame 
And fhrines been rais'd to Serapbina's name. 

II. 

Bnt fince no painter e'er could take 

That face which baffles all his curious art % 
And he that ftrives the bold attempt to make, 
As w<a!l might paint the fecrets of the heart, 
O happy' glafs, I'll thee prefer, 

Content to be like thee inanimate, 
Since only to be gaz'd on thus by her, 
A better life and motion would create. 

Ker eyes would infpire, . 

And like Prometheus' fire, 
At once inform the piece and give defire, 
The charming phantom I would grafp, arid P. 
O'er all the orb, though in that moment die. 

III. 

Let meaner beauties fear the day, 

Whofe charms are fading, and fubmit to time ; 
The graces which from them it fteals away, 

It with a lavifhhand (till adds to thine. 
The god of love in ambufti lies, 

And with his arms furrourds the fair, 
fie points his conquering arrows in thefe eyes, 
Then hangs a fharpned dart at every hair, 
As with fatal skill, 
Turn which way you will, 
Like Eden's flaming fword each way you kill ; 
So ripening years improve rich nature's ftore, 
And gives perfection to the golden ore, P. 

Lafs 



( "4) 

Lafs with a Lump of Land, 

GI'E me a lafs with a lump of land, 
And we for life ihall gang the gither, 
Tho' daft or wife, I'll never demand, 

Or black or fair, it makfna whether. 
?m aft* with wit, and beauty will fade, 

And blood alane is no worth a ihilling, 
But {he that's rich, her market's made, 
For ilka charm about her is killing. 

Gi'e me a lafs with a lump of land, 

And in my bofom I'll hug my treafure ; 
Gin I had anes her gear in my hand, 

Should love turn dowf, it will find pleafure; 
Laugh on wha likes, but there's my hand, 

I hate with poortitb, tho' bonny, to meddle, 
Unlefs they bring cafh, or a lump of land, 

They'fe never get me to dance to their fiddle. 

There's meikle good love in Bands and bag?. 

And filler and gowd's a fweet complexion j 
But beauty and wit, and vertue in rags, 

Have tint the art of gaining affeftion : 
Love tips his arrows with woods and parks, 

And caftles and riggs, and muirs and meadows, 
And naithing can catch our modern fparks, 

But well tocher'd lafFes, or jointer'd widows. 



The Shepherd Adonis 4 
I. 

THE {heyherd Ahuis 
Being weary'd with fport, 
He for a retirement 

To the woods did refort. 
He threw by his club, 

And he laid himfelf down l 
He envy'd no monarch, 
Nor wifh'd for a crown. 

He 



( »5) 

II. 

He drank of the burn, 

And he ate frae the tree, 
Himfelf he enjoy'd, 

And frae trouble was free. 
He wiih'd for no nymph, 

Tho' never fae fair, 
Had nae love or ambition, 

And therefore no care. 

III. 

But as he lay thus 

In an ev'ning fae clear, 
A heavenly fweet voice 

Sounded faft in his ear ; 
Which came frae a fhady 

Green neighbouring grove, 
Where bonny Amynta 

Sat finging of love. 

IV. 
He wander'd that way, 

And found wha was there, 
He was quite confounded 

To fee her fae fair : 
He flood like a ftatue, 

Not a foot cou'd he move, 
Nor knew he what griev'd him i 

Bat he fear'd it was love. 

V. 

The nymph fhe beheld him 

Wkh a kind modeft grace, 
Seeing fomethingthat pleafed her 

Appear in his face, 
With blufhing a little 

She to him did fay, 
Oh fhepherd ! what want ye, 

How came you this way ?■ 

His 



( "6 ) 

VI. i 

His fpirits reviving, 

He to her reply'd, 
I was ne'er fae furpris'd 

At the fight of a maid, 
Until I beheld thee 

From love I was free ; 
But now I'm ta'en captive, 

My faireft, by thee. Z. 

The Com pl aint, 

to b. i a 

To the Tune of, When ab/mt, &c. 

WHIN abfent from the nymph I love, 
I'd fainfhake off the chains 1 wear ; 
But whilft I ftrive thefe to remove, 
More fetters I'm oblig'd to bear. 
My captiv'd fancy day and night 

Fairer and fairer reprefents 
Bdlinia form'd for dear delight, 
But cruel caufe of my complaints. 

All day I wander through the grove?, 

And fighing hear from ev'ry tree 
The happy birds chirping their loves, 

Happy compared with lonely me. 
When gentle fleep with balmy wings 

To reft fans ev>y weary'd wight, 
A thoufand fears my fancy brings, 

That keep me watching all the night. 

Sleep flies, while like the goddefs fair, 

And all the graces in her train, 
With melting fmiles and killing air 

Appears the caufe of all my pain. 
A while my mind delighted flies 

O'er all her fweets with thirling joy, 
Whilft want of worth makes doubts arife, 

That all my trembling hopes deftroy. 

Thus 



( II 7 ) 

Thus while my thoughts are fix'd on her, 

I'm all o'er tranfport and defire ; 
My pulfe beats high, my cheek appears 

All rofes, and mine eyes all fire. 
When to my felf I turn my view, 

My veins grow chill, my cheek looks wan 
Thus whilft my fears my pains renew, 

1 fcarceiy look or move a man. 



The young Lafs contra auld Man, 

TH E carle he came o'er the croft, 
And his beard new fhaven, 
He look'd u me, as he'd been daft, 

The carle trows that I wad hae him, 
Howt awa, I winna hae him ! 

Na forfooth, I winna hae him ! 
For a' his beard new fhaven, 
Ne'er a bit will I hae him. 

A filler broach he gae me nieft, 

To fallen on my curtchea nooked, 
I wor'd a wi upon my breaft ; 

But foon alake ! the tongue o't crooked i 
And fae may his, I winna hae him, 

Na forfooth, I winna hae him ! 
An twice a bairn's a lafs's jeft ; 

Sae ony fool for me may hae him. 

The carle has na fault but ane ; 

For he has land and dollars plenty ; 
But waes me for him ! skin and bane 

Is no for a plump lafs of twenty. 
Howt awa, I winna hae him, 
\ Na forfooth, I winna hae him, 
What fignifieshis dirty riggs, 
i And cam without a man with them. 



But 



( "8 ) 

But fhouM my canker'd dady gar 

3Me tak him 'gainft my inclination, 
I warn the fumbler to beware, 

That antlers dinna claim their ftation. 
Howt awa, I winna hae him I 

Na forfooth, I winna hae him f 
I'm flee'd to crack the haly band, 

Sae lawty fays, I fhou'd na hae him. 



V e R t u e and Wit the Prefervatives 
of L o v e and Beauty, 

To the Tune of, Gillikranky. 

He. 

CO N F E S S thy love, fair blufhing maid, 
For fince thine eye's confenting, 
Thy fafter thoughts are a' betray 'd, 

And nafays no worth tenting. 
Why aims thou to oppofe thy mind, 

With words thy wilh denying ; 
Since nature made thee to be kind, 
Reafon allows complying. 

Nature and reafon's joint confent 

Make love a facred blefling, 
Then happily that time is fpent, 

That's war'd on kind careffing. 
Come then, my Katie, to my arms, 

I'll be nae mair a rover j 
But find out heaven in a" thy charms, 

And prove a faithful lover. 

She. 
What you den" gn by nature's law, 

Is fleeting inclination, 
That Willy— Wifp bewilds us a' 

By its infatuation. 
When that goes out, careiTes tire, 

And love's na mair in feafon, 
Syne weakly we blaw up the fire, 

With all our boaHed reafon. He. 



I 



( »9) 

He. 

The beauties of inferior caft 

May Hart this juft reflection ; 
But charms like thine maun always lair, 

Where wit has the protection. 
Vertue and wit, like April rays, 

Make beauty rife the fweeter ; 
The langer then on thee I gaze, 

My love will grow completer. 

SONG. 

To the Tune of, The happy clown. 
T was the charming month of May, 
When all the flow'rs were frem and gay, 
One morning by the break of day, 

Sweet Cbloe, chaile and fair, 

From peaceful dumber ihe arofe, 
Girt on her mantle and her hofe, 
And o'er the flow'ry mead me goes, 

To breathe a purer air. 

Her looks fo fweet, fo gay her mein, 
Her handfome fnape, and drefs fo clean, 
She lookt all o'er like beauties queen, 
Dreftin her beft aray. 

The gentle winds, and purling ftream 
Eftay'd to whifper_ CMoe' s name, 
The favage beafts till then ne'er tame, 
Wild adoration pay. 

The feather'd people one might fee, 
Parch'd all around her on a tree, 
With notes of fweeteil melody 

They ad a cheerful part. 

The dull Haves on the toilfome plow, 
Their weaned necks and knees do bow, 
A glad fubjeftion there they vow, 

To pay with all their heart. 



The 



( J 20 ) 

The bleating flocks that then came by, 
Soon as the charming nymph they fpy, 
They leave their hoarfe and ruful cry, 

And dance around the brotfks. 

The woods are glad, the meadows fmile, 
And Forth that foam'd and roar'd ere while, 
Glides calmly down as fmooth as oil, 

Thro' all its charming crooks. 

The finny fquadrons are content 
To leave their wat'ry element, 
In glazie numbers down they bent. 

They flutter all along. 

The infe&s, and each creeping thing, 
Join'd to make up the rural ring ; 
All frisk and dance, if me but fing, 

And make a jovial throng. 

Kind Vhaebus now began to rife, 
And paint with red the eaftern skies, 
Struck with the glory of her eyes, 

He fhrinks behind. a cloud. 

Her mantle on a bow me lays, 
And all her glory me difplays, 
She left all nature in amaze, 

And skip'd iato the wood . 



Lady Anne BothwelV Lament. 

BA L O W, my boy, ly dill and ileep, 
It grieves me fore to hear thee weep ; 
If thou It befilent, I'll be glad, 
Thy mourning makes my heart full fad, 
Balow, my boy, thy mother's joy, 
Thy father bred me great annoy. 
Balo-Wy my boy, ly jlill andjleep, 
It grieves me fore to bear thts weep. 

Balow, 



( 12!) 

Balow, my darling, fleep a while, 
And when thou wak'fl then fweetly fmile ; 
But fmile not as thy father did, 
To cozen maids, nay God forbid ; 
For in thine eye his look I fee, 
The tempting look that ruin'd me. 
Ba/tnv, my boy, Sec. 

When he began to court my love, 
And with his fugar'd words to move, 
His tempting face, andflatt'ringchear^ 
In time to me did not appear ; 
But now I fee, that cruel he 
Gares neither for his babe nor me. 
Balonu, my boy, &c. 

Farewell, farewell, thou falfefl: youth 5 
That ever kill a woman's mouth, 
Let never any after rrx?, 
Submit unto thy coiirtefy : 
For, if they do^ O ! cruel thou 
Wilt her abufe, and care not how, 
Bafonu, my boy, &c, 

I was too cred'lous at the firft, 
To yield thee all a maiden durft, 
Thou fvvore for ever true to prove, 
Thy faith unchang'd, unchang'd thy love ; 
But quick as thought the change is wrought,, 
Thy love's no more, thy promife nought. 
Ba/oiv, my boy, &c. 

I wifh I were a maid again, 
From young men's flattery I'd refrain^ 
For now unto my grief I find, 
They all are perjur'd and unkind : 
Bewitching charms bred all my harms 3 
Witnefs my babe lies in my arms. 
Baloxv, my boy, &c. 

I take my fate from bad to worfe, 
That I mult needs be now a nurfe, 



G And 



( I 22 ) 

And lull my young fon on my lap, 
From roe, fweet orphan, take the pap. 
Balow, my child, thy mother mild 
Shall wail as from all blifs exil'd, 
BaIo<w, my boy, &C. 

Balow, my boy, weep not for me, 
Whofe greater!: griefs for wronging thee, 
Nor pity her deferved fmart, 
Who can blame none but her fond heart 
For, too foon trufting lareft finds, 
With fairefl tongues are falfeft minds, 
Balow, my boy, &c. 

Balow, my boy, thy father's fled, 
When he the thriftlefs fon has play'd, 
Of vows and oaths, forgetful he 
Prefer'd the wars to thee and me. 
But now perhaps thy curfe and mine 
Make him eat acorns with the fwine. 
Balovj, my boy, &c. 

Bat curfe not hirn, perhaps now he, 
Stung with remorfe, is bleffmg thee : 
Perhaps at death j for who can tell 
Whether the judge of heaven and hell, 
By fome proud foe has ftruck the blow 3 
And laid the dear deceiver low. 
Balow, my boy t Sec. 

I wifh I were into the bounds, 
Where he lies fmother'd in his wounds, 
Repeating, as he pants for air, 
My name, whom once he calPd his fair. 
No woman's yet fo fiercely fet, 
But ihe'll forgive, tho' not forget. 
Balo<w, my boy, Sec. 

If linen lacks, for my love's fake, 
Then quickly to him would I make 
My fmock once for his body meet, 
•Aoad wrap him in that winding meet. 



( m ) 

Ah me ! how happy had I been, 
If he had ne'er been wrapt therein. 
Ba/ctv, my boy, &e. 

Balow, my boy, I'll weep for thee ; 

Too foon, alake, thou'lt weep for me : 

Thy griefs are growing to a mm, 

God grant thee patience when they come; 

Born to fuftain thy mother's fhame, 

A haplefs fate, a baftard's name. 

Bcilow, my boy, lyjlillandjleep, 

It grieves me fore to hear thee weep. X. 



SONG. 

She ralfe and hot ?ne in. 

TH E night her filent fable wore, 
And gloomy were the skies j 
Of glitt'ring liars appear'd no more 

Than thofe in Nelly 's eyes. 
"When at her father's yate I knock'd, 

Where I had often been, 
She fhrowded only with her fmock, 
Arofe and loot me in. 

Faft lock'd within her clofe embrace, 

She trembling flood afham'd ; 
Her fwelling breaft and glowing face, 

And evVy touch enflam'd. 
My eager parTion I obey'd, 

Refolv'd the fort to win ; 
And her fond heart was foon betray \I 

To yield and let me. 

Then, then, beyond exprefling, 

Tranfporting was the joy ; 
I knew no greater bleffing, 

So bleft a man was I. 

G ? And 



( i2 4 ) 

And me, all raviiht with delight, 

Bid me oft come again ; 
And kindly vow'd, that ev ry night 

She'd rife and let me in. 

But ah ! at laft fhe prov'd with bairn. 

And fighing fat and dull, 
And I that was as much concerned, 

Look'd e'en juftlike a fool. 
Her lovely eyes with tears ran o'er, 

Repenting her rafli fin : 
She figh'd, and curs'd the fatal hour. 

That e'er me loot me in. 

But who cou'd cruelly deceive, 

Or from fuch beauty part : 
I lov'd her fo, I could not leave 

The charmer of my heart ; ' 
But wedded, and conceal'd our crime : 

Thus all was well again, 
And now Hie thanks the happy time 

That e'er ihe loot me in. 2. 



i 



SONG. 

If Love's a fweet Pajfion. 

F love's a fweet paffion, why does it torment ; 

If a bitter, O tell me whence comes my complaint ? 
Since I fuffer with pleafure, why mould 1 complain, 
Or grieve at my fate, fmce I know 'tis in vain. 
Yet fo pleafmg the pain is, fo foft is the dart, 
That at once it both wounds me, and tickles my heart. 

I grafp her hands gently, look languishing down, 
And by paflionate filence I make my love known. 
But oh ! how I'm blefs'd when fo kind ihe does prove, 
By fome willing miftake to difcover her love, 
When in ftriving to hide, fhe reveals all her flame, 
And our eyes tell each other what neither dare name. 

•How 



( m ) 

How pleafing is beauty ? how fweet are the charms t 
How delightful embraces ? how peaceful her arms ? 
Sure there's nothing fo eafy as learning to love ; 
Tis taught us on earth, and by all things above : 
And to beauty's bright ftandart all heroes rnuit yield, 
For 'tis beauty that conquers, and keeps the fair field-. 



John Ochiltree. ' 

HONEST man John Ochiltree i 
Mine ain auld John Ochiltree, 
Wilt thou come o'er the moor to me, 

And dance as thou was wont to do. 
Alake, alake ! I wont to do t 

Ohon, Ohon ! I wont to do ?■ 
Now wont to do's awayfrae me^ 

Frae filly auld John Ochiltree. 
Honell man John Ochiltree, 

Mine ain auld John Ochiltree % 
Come anes out o'er the moor to me, 

And do but what thou dow to do. 
Alake, alake ! 1 dow to da ! 

Walaways ! I dow to do ! 
To whojl and hirple o'er my tree, 

My bonny moor-powt, is «' / may da, 

Walaways ! John Ochiltree, 

For mony a time I telPd to thee, 
Thou rade fae fall by fea and land, 

And wadna keep a bridle hand ; 
Thou'd tine the beaft, thy fell wad die; 

My filly auld John Ochiltree. 
Come to my arms, my bonny thing, 

Andchear me up to hear theefing ; 
And tell me o'er cC we hae done, 

For thoughts maun now my life fkfi ain, 

G 3 €ae 



( 126) 



Gae thy ways John Ochiltree : 
Hae done ! it has nae fa'r wi' me. 

I'll fet the beaft in throw the land, 
She'll may be fa' in a better hand, 

Even fit thou there, and think thy fill, 
For I'll do as I wont to do ftill. 



SONG. 

To the *Tune of, "Jenny heguiVd the Wthjter* 
The auld choms. 

tip flairs, down flairs, 

Timber flairs fear me. 
Tm laith to ly a night my lane 9 

And Johny'j bedfae near me t j 

OMither dear, I 'gin to fear, 
Tho' I'm baith good and bonny, 
I winna keep ; for in my fleep 

I ftart and dream of Johny. 
When Johny then comes down the gleir, 

To woo me, dinna hinder ; 
But with content gi' your conient I 
For we twa ne'er can finder. 

Better to marry, than mifcsrry ; 

Forihame and skaith's V e clink o"t 5 
To thole the dool, to mount the ftool a 

I downa 'bide to think o't ; 
Sae while 'tis time, I'll fhun the crime, 

That gars poor Epps gae whinging, 
With hainches fow, and een fae blew, 

To a' the bedrals bindging. 

Had Eppfs apron bidden down, 

The kirk had ne'er a kend it ; 
But when the word's gane thro' the town, 

Akke how caa ihe mend it. 

Now 



( I2 7 ) 

Now Tarn maun face the minifter, 
And ftie maun mount the pillar ; 

And that's the way that they maun gae, 
For poor folk has na filler. 

"Now ha'd ye'r tongue, my daughteryoung, 

Pveplied the kindly micher, 
Get Jobnys hand in haly band, 

Syne wap ye'r wealth together. 
fern o' the mind, if he be kind, 
Ye'll do your part difcreetly ; 
And prove a wife, will gar his life, 

And barrel run right iweetly. 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, Wat ye nvha I met yefireen, &c 

OF all the birds, whofe tuneful throats 
Do welcome in the verdant fpring, 
Ifar prefer the Stirling's notes, 
And think lhe does moft fweetly fing. 
Nor thrum, nor linnet, nor the bird, 
Brought from the far Canary coait, 
Nor can the nightingale aftord 
Such melody as me can boaft. 

When Pb&bus fouthward darts his fires. 
And on our plains he looks afcance, 
The nightingale with him retires, 
My Stirling makes my blood to dance. 
In fpite of Hyems nipping froft, 
Whether the day be dark or clear, 
Shall I not to her health entoaft, 
Who makes it fummer all the year. 

Then by thyfelf, my lovely bird, 
I'll flroke thy back, and kifs thy breaft i 
And if you'll take my honeil word, 
As facred as before the prieft, 

g 4 ru 



( 128 ) 

I'll bring thee where I willdevife 
Such various ways to pleafure thee> 
The velvet-fog thou willdefpife, 
When on the downy-hills with me. 



T. R. 



A SONG, 

To in own Tune* 

IN January laft, 
On munanday at morn> 
As through the fields I pall, 
To view the winter corn, 
I looked me behind, 

And faw come o'er the know? 
Ane glancing in her apron, 
With a bonny brent brow. 

I faid, Good morrow, fair maid j 

And me right courteoufly 
Returned a beck, and kindly faid, 

Good day, fweetjir, to you. 
I fpear'd, My dear, how far awa 

Do you intend to gae. 
Quoth fhe, I mean a mile or twa^j 

Out o'er yon broomy brae. 

He. 

Fair maid, I'm thankfu' to my fate, 

To have fie company j 
For I'm ganging flraight that gate* 

Where ye intend to be. 
When we had gain a mile or twain^ 

I faid to her, My dow, 
May we not lean us on this plain, 

And kifs your bonny mou, 



Kind 



( 12 9 ) 

She. 
Kind Sir, ye are a wi miftane ; 

For I am nane of thefe, 
I hope ye fome mair breeding ken„ 

Than to ruffle womens claife : 
For maybe I have chofen ane, 

And plighted him my vow, 
Wha may do wi' me what he likes. 

And kifs my bonny mou. 

He. 
Na, if ye are contra&ed, 

I hae nae mair to fay : 
Rather than be rejected, 

I will gie o'er the play j- 
And chufe anither will refpect 

My love and on me rew ; 
And let me clafp her round the nec& ? 

"And kifs her bonny mou. 

S HE. 

© fir, ye are proud-hearted, 

And laith to be faid nay* 
Elfe ye wad ne'er a darted 

For ought that I did fay : 
For women in their modefty 

At firft they winna bow ; 
But if we like your company,. 

We'll prove as kind as you. 



S O N G, 

To the Tune of, PIl never leave thee* 

ONE day I heard Mary fay, 
How mall I leave thee ? 
Stay, deareft Adonis, ftay , 
Why wilt thou grieve me, 

G $ : Alas?" 



( '3° ) 



Alas ! my fond heart will break, 

If thou mould leave me. 
Til live and die for thy fake ; 

Yet never leave thee. 

Say, lovely Adonis, fay, 

Has Mary deceived thee ? 
Bid e'er her young heart betray 

New love, that has griev'd thee ; 
My conftant mind ne'er mall ftrary 

Thou may believe me. . 
FJI love the lad night and day, 

And never leave thee. 

Adanis, my charming youth, 

What can relieve thee ? 
Can Mary thy anguiih footh \ 

This breaft mall receive thee. 
My paflion can ne'er decay, 

Never deceive thee : 
Delight mall drive pain away, 

Pleafure revive thee. 

But leave thee, leave thee, lad, 

How mail I leave thee ? 
O ! that thought makes me fad., 

I'll never leave thee. 
Where would my Adonis fly r 

Why does he grieve me ? 
Alas ! my poor heart will die, 

H I mould leave thee. 



Sleepy Body, Drowfy Body. 

SOMNOLENTE, Qu*fo repent* 
Vigila, w'w, me tange* 
Somnolent e> qua-fo repentt 
¥igila^ ww, in-e tange* 

Cum 



( *3* ) 

€lum me ambiehas, 

Videri folebas 
Amoris negotiis aftus » 
At fail us marituSy 

In IcSlo fopitus 
Somno es, baud amort, tu caputs, 

O fleepy body, 

And drovvfy body, 
O wiltuna waken and tarn thee : 
To drivel and drant, 

While I (igh and gaunt, 
Gives me good reafon to feorn thee.' 

When thou fhouldft be kind, 
Thou turns fleepy and blind, 

And fnoters and fnores far frae me. 

Wae light on thy face, 
Thy drowfy embrace 

Is enough to gar me betray thee. 



General Lesly's March to Longmafton 
Moor* 

MARCH ? march, 
Why the d— do ye na march ! 
Stand to your arms, my lads, 
Fight in good order. 
Front about, ye musketeers all, 
Till ye come to the Englifb border. 

Stand till't, and fight like men, 

True gofpel to maintain, 
The parliament blyth to fee us a coming, 

When to the kirk we come, 

We'll purge it rlka room, 
Frae popijb reliefs, and a' fie innovations, 

That a' the warld may fee, 

There's nane i' the right but We, 
Of the-auld Scottijb nation. 

G 6 ^-enny 



( 132 ) 
Jenny fliall wear the hood,, 
Jockj the (ark of G o d ; 
And the kill fou of whittles^, 
That make fie a cleiro,. 

Our pipers braw, 

Shall hae them a';. 

Whate'er come on it. 

Busk up your plaids, my lads* 

Cock up your bonnets.. 
March, march, &.C. 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, I'll gar ye be fain to follow me. 

He. 

AD IE U for a while my native green plains,. 
My neareft relations, and neighbouring fwainv 
Dear Nelly, frae thefe I'd ftart eafily free, 
Wqtq minutes not ages, while abfent frae thee 
She. 
Then tell me the reafon thou does not obey 
The pleadings of love, but thus hurries away ; 
Alake, thou deceiver, oer plainly I fee, 
.4 lover fae roving will never mind me.. 
He. 
The reafon- unhappy, is owing, to fate 
That gave me a being without an eftate,, 
Which lays a necefiity now upon me, 
To purchafe a fortune for pleafure to thee. 
She, 
Small fortune may ferve where love has the fwa)v 
Then Johny be eounfel'd na langer to ftray, 
For while thou proves conftant in kindnefs to me, 
Contented I'll ay find a treafure. in thee. 
He. 
O-ceafe, my dear charmer, elfefoonPll betray 
A weakhefs unmanly, and quickly give way 

To- 



( *35 ) 

To fondnefs which may prove a ruin to the&, 
A pain to us baith, and difhonour to me. 

Bear witnefs, ye ftreams, and witnefs, ye flowers, 
Bear witnefs, ye watchful invifible powers, 
If ever my heart be unfaithful to thee, 
May naithing propitious e'er fmilc upon me. 



SON G. 

To the Tune of,, 

BUS K ye, husk ye, my bonny bride', 
■ Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny marrow h 
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bride, 

Busk and go to the braes of Yarrow ;. 
There will we fport and gather dew, 

Dancing while lavrock fing the morning j 
There learn frae turtles to prove true ; 
O Bell, ne'er vex me with thy fcorning. 

To wefllin breezes Flora yields, 

And when the beams are kindly warming, 
Blythnefs appears o'er all the fields, 

And nature looks mairfreihandxharming\ 
Learn frae the burns that trace the mead, 

Tho' on their banks the rofes blofTom,, 
Yet haftylie they flow to Tkveed, 

And pour their fweetnefs in his boforru 

Hafte ye, hafte ye, my bonny Bell, 

Hafte to my arms, and there I'll guard thee. 
With free confent my fears repel, 

I'll with my love and care reward thee. 
Thus fang I faftly to my fair, 

Wha rais'd my hopes with kind relenting, 
O queen of fmiles, I ask na mair, 

Since now my bonny Bell's consenting, 



Corn 



( 134) 

Com Riggs are bonny. 



MY Patie is a lover gay, 
His mind is never muddy, 
His breath is Tweeter than new hay, 

His face is fair and ruddy. 
His ihape is handfom, middle fize ; 

He's itately in his wawking ; 
The mining of his een furprife i 
*Tis heaven to hear him tewking. 

Laft night I met him on a bawk, 

Where yellow corn was growing, 
There mony a kindly word he fpake, 

That let my heart a glowing.. 
He kifs'd, and vow'd he wad be mine*, 

And loo'd me beft of ony ; 
That gars me like to fmg finfyfce, 

O corn riggs are bonny. 

Let maidens of a filly mind 

Refufe what maift they're wanting, 
Since we for yielding aredefign'd, 

We chaftly mould be granting ; 
Then I'll comply, and marry Pate, 

And fyne my cockemony 
He's free to touzle air or late, 

Where corn riggs are bonny. 



CROMLET'i Ult, 

SINCE all thy vows, falfe maid, 
Are* blown to air 3 
And my poor heart betray'd 

To fad defpain, 
Into fome wildernefs, 
My grief I will exprefs, 
And thy hard heartednefs, 
O cruel fair, 



Ha?€ 



( 135 ) 



Have I not graven our loves 

On every tree : 

In yonder fpreading groves, 

Tho s falfe thou be : 

Was not a fo'emn oath 

Plighted betwixt us both,- 

Thou thy faith, I my troth, 

Conftant to be. 

Some gloomy place I'll find, 

Some doleful made, 

Where neither fun nor wind 

E'er entrance had : 

Into that hollow cave, 

There will I figh and rave, 

Becaufe thou dofl behave 

So faithlefly. 

Wild fruit {hall be my meat, 

I'll drink the fpring, 
Cold earth fhall be my feat : 

For covering 
I'll have the ftarry sky 
My head to canopy, 
Until my foul on hy 

Shall fpread its wing. 

HI have no funeral f re, 

Nor tears for me : 

No grave do I defire, 

Nor obfequies : 

The courteous Red-breaft he 

With leaves will cover me, 

And iing my elegy 

With doleful voice. 

And when a ghoft I am, 

I'll vifit thee, 

O thou deceitful dame, 

Whofe cruelty 



Has 



(i36) 

Has kill'd the kindeft heart 
That e'er felt Cupid's dart, 
And never can defert 

From loving thee. 



SONG. 

We'll a* to Kelso ger k . 

AN I'll awa to bonny Tweed fide, 
And fee my deary come throw, 
And he fall be mine, 
Gif fae he incline, 
For I hate to lead apes below. 

While young and fair, 
HI make it my care, 

To fecure my fell in a jo ; 

I'm no fie a fool 

To let my blood cool, 

And fyne gae lead apes below. 

Few words, bonny lad^ 
Will eithly perfuade, 

Tho''bluftung, I daftly fay no, 

Gae on with your flrain 3 
And doubt not to gain, 

For I hate to lead apes below. 

Unry'd to a man, 
Do what e'er we can ? 

We never can thrive or dow : 

Then I will do well, 
Do better wha will^ 

And let them lead apes below. 

Our time is precious, 
And Gods are gracious 
That beauties upon us beftow 5 



Tfr 



( J 37 ) 

'Tis not to be thought, 
We got them for nought, 
Or to be fet up for mow. 

'Tis carried by votes, 
Come kilt up ye'r coats, 

And lit us to Edinburgh go, 

Where lhe that's bonny 
May catch a Johny, 

And never lead apes below. 



William WMargaret, 

An Old BALLAD. 

"T^WA S at the fearful midnight hour> 

X When all were faft afleep, 
In glided Margaret's grimly ghoft* 

And flood at William's feet. 

Her face was pale like April morn, 
, Cladun a wintry cloud ; 
And clay cold was her lilly hand 
That held her fable ftiroud. 

So mall the faireft face appear, 

When youth and years are flown : 
Such is the robe that kings mull wear. 

When death has reft their crown. 

Her bloom was like the fpringing flow'f 

That lips the filver dew ; 
The rofe was budded in her cheek y 

Juft opening to the view. 

But love had, like the canker worm, 

Confum'd her early prime : 
The rofe grew pale, and left- her cheek ;- 

She dy'd before her time. 

Awake I 



( 138) 

Awake ! — lhe cry'd, thy true love calls, 
Come from her midnight grave : 

Now let thy pity hear the maid, 
Thy love refus'd to fave. 

This is the dumb and dreary hour, 
When injur'd ghofts complain, 

And aid the fecret fears of night, 
To fright the faithlefs man. 

Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, 

• Thy pledge and broken oath, 
And give me back my maiden-vow, 
And give me back my troth. 

How could you fay, my face was fair, 

And yet that face forfake \ 
How could you win my virgin heart, 

Yet leave that heart to break ? 

Why did you promife love to me, 

And not that promife keep ? 
Why faid you, that my eyes were bright, 

Yet left thefe eyes to weep ? 

How could you fwear, my lip was fweet, 

And made the fcarlet pale ? 
And why did I, young witlefs maid, 

Believe the flatt'ring tale .? 

That face, alas ! no more is fair ,* 

Thefe lips no longer red ; 
Dark are my eyes, now closM in deaths 

And every charm is fled. 

The hungry worm my filler is ; 

This winding-meet I wear : 
And cold and weary lafts our night, 

Till that lafl morn appear. . 



But 



( J 39 ) 

Bat hark ! -- the cock has warn'd me hence- 

A long and late adieu ! 
Come fee, falfe man ! how low fhe lies, 

That dy'd for love of you. 

The lark fung out, the morning fmiTd, 

And raised her glill'ring head : 
Pale William quak'd in every limb ; 

Then, raving, left his bed. 

He hy'd him to the fatal place 

Where Margarets body lay, 
And ftretch'd him o'er the green grafs turf 

That wrapt her breathlefs clay. 

And thrice he call'd on Margaret's name, 

And thrice he wept full fore : 
Then laid his cheek on her cold grave, 

And word fpoke never more. D. M. 



The Complain t. 

TH E fun was funk beneath the hill, 
The weftern cloud was lin'd with gold ; 
Clear was the sky, the wind was ftill, 

The flocks were pen'd within the fold j 
When in the filence of the grove, 
Poor Damon thus defpair'd of love. 

Who feeks to pluck the fragrant rofe, 

From the hard rock or oozy beech ; 
Who from each weed that barren grows, 

Expe&s the grape or downy peach ? 
With equal faith may hope to find 
The truth of love in womankind. 

No flocks have I, or fleecy care, 

No fields that wave with golden grain, 

No paftures green, or gardens fair, 
A woman's venal heart to gain. 

Then 



( H° ) 

Then all In vain my fighs muft prove, 
Whofe whole eflate, alas ! is love. 

How wretched is the faithful youth, 

Since womens hearts are bought and fold 

They ask no vows of facred truth ; 
Whene'er they iigh, they figh to gold. 

Gold can the frowns of fcorn remove 



Thus I'm fcorn'd, ' ' ■ who have but love. 

To buy the gems of India's coaft, 

What wealth, what riches would mince r 

Yet India's more could never boaft, 
The luffre of thy rival eyes : 

For there the world too cheap muft prove ; 

Can I then buy r — who have but love. 

Then, Mary, fmce nor gems nor ore 

Can with thy brighter felf compare* 
Be juft, as fair, and value more, 

Than gems or ore, a heart fmcere s- 
Let treafure meaner beauties prove ; 
Who pays thy worth, muft pay in love, Jf] 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, MontrofeV lines, 

ITofs and tumble thro* the night, 
And wifh th' approaching day. 
Thinking whendarknefs yields to light, 

I'll banifh care away ; 
But when the glorious fun doth rife, 

And chear all nature round, 
All thoughts of pleafure in me dies j 
My cares do ftill abound. 



( Hi ) 

My tortur'd and uneafy mind 

Bereaves me of my reft ; 
My thoughts are to all pleafure blind, 

With care I'm ftill oppreft : 
But had I her within my breaft, 

Who gives me fo much pain, 
My raptur'd foul would be at reft, 

Aud fofteftjoys regain. 

I'd not envy the god of war, 

Blefs'd-with fair Fenus' charms , 
>lor yet the thundring Jupiter 

In fair Alcmenas arms : 
Paris with Helen's beauty bleft, 

Wou'd be a jeft to me ; 
If of her charms I were pofTeft, 

Thrice happier wou'd I be. 

But fmce the Gods do not ordain 

Such happy fate for me, 
I dare not 'gainft^heir will repine, 

Who rule my deftiny. 
With fprightly wine I'll drown my care ? 

And cherifh up my foul ; 
When e'er I think on my loft fair, 

I'll drown her in the bowl. I. H. Jamaica, 



The Deceiver. 

WITH tuneful pipe, and hearty glee, 
Young Waty wan my heart \ 
A blyther lad ye cou'dna fee, 
All beauty without art. 
His winning tale 
Did foon prevail 
To gain my fond belief; 

But 



( 142 ) 

But Toon the fwain 
Gangs o'er the plain, 
And leaves me full, and leaves me full, 
And leaves me full of grief, 

Tho' Colin courts with tuneful fang, 

Yet few regard his mane : 
The laiTes a' 'round Waty thrang, 
While Colinh left alane : 

In Aberdeen 

Was never feen 
A lad that gave fie pain, 

He daily woos, 

And Hill purfues, 
Till he does all, till he does all, 

Till he does all obtain. 

But foon as he has gain'd the blifs, 

Away then does he run, 
And hardly will afford a kifs, 

To (illy me undone : 

Bonny Katy 9 

Maggy, Beatty, 
Avoid the roving fwain ; 

His wylly tongue 

Be fure to ihun, 
Or you, like me ; or you, like me, 

Like me will be undone. 



T 



Sweet Susan. 

To the Tune of, Leader-baughs. 

I. 

H E morn was fair, faft was the air, 



All nature's fweets were fpringing ; 
The buds did bow with filver dew, 
Ten thoufand birds were fmging : 



When 



( 143 ) 

When on the bent, with blyth content, 
Young Jamie fang his marrow, 

Nae bonnier lafs e'er tread the grafs 
On Leader -haughs and Yarrow. 

II. 

Ilow Tweet her face, where every grace 

In heavenly beauty's planted ; 
Her fmiling een, and comely mein 

That nae perfection wanted. 
Ill never fret, nor ban my fate, 

But blefs my bonny marrow : 
If her dear fmile my doubts beguile, 

My mind fhall ken nae forrow. 

Ill, 

Yet tho' flie's fair, and has full mare 

"Of every charm inchanting, 
Each good turns ill, and foon will kill 

Poor me, if love be wanting. 
O bonny lafs ! have but the grace 

Tothink, e'er ye gae furder, 
Your joys maun flit, if ye commit 

The crying fin of murder. 

IV. 

My wand'ring ghaift will ne'er get reft, 

And night and day affright ye ; 
But if ye're kind, with joyful mind 

I'll iludy to delight ye. 
Our years around with love thus crown'd, 

From all thing joys fhall borrow ; 
Thus none fhall be more bleft than we 

On Leader-baughs and Yarrow. 

V. 

O fweetefl SUE! 'tis only you 
Can make life worth my wifhes, 

If equal love your mind can move 
To grantthis belt of bliffes. 



Thou 



( 144 ) 



Thou art my fun, and'thy Ieaft frown 
Would blaft me in the blofTom : 

But if thou mine, and make me thine, 
I'll fiourifh in thy bofom. 



Cowdon-Knows, 

WHEN fummer comes, the fwains on Tweed 
Sing &eir fuccefsful loves, 
Around the ews and lambkins fccd f 
And mufick fills the groves. 

But my lov'd fong is then the broom 

So fair on Cowdon-kncnvs ; 
For fure fo fvveet, fo foft a bloom 

Elfewhere there never grows. 

There Colin tunM his oaten reedj 

And won my yielding heart ; 
No fhepherd e'er that dwelt on Tweed 

Could play with half fuch art. 

He fung of Tay, of Forth, and Clyde, 

The hills and dales all round, 
Of Leader-haughs and Leader-jide, 

Oh ! how I blefs'd the found. 

Yet more delightful is the broom 

So fair on Cowden-knows ; 
For fure fo frefli, fo bright a bloom 

Elfewhere there never grows. 

Not Tiviot braes fo green and gay 

May with this broom compare, 
Not Yarrow banks in flow'ry May s 

Nor the bufh aboon Traquair, 

More pleafing far are Cowden-hiows, 

My peaceful happy home, 
Where I was wont to milk my ews 

At even among the broom. 



Yt 



C i45) 

Ye powers that haunt the woods and plains 

Where Tweed with Ti<v iot flows, 
Convey me to the beft of fwains, 

And my lov'd Cowdon-knows. C. 



Sandy and Betty. 

SAND T in Edinburgh was born, 
As blyth a lad as e'er gade thence : 
Betty did Staffordshire adorn 

With all that's lovely to the fenfe. 

Had Sandy ftill remain'd at hame, 

He had not blinkt on Bettys fmile j 
For why he caught the gentle flame 

On this fide Tweed fall many a mile. 

She, like the fragrant violet, 

Still flour ifh'd in her native mead : 
He, iike theitreara, improving yet 

The further from his fountain-head.. 

The ftream mull now no further itray ; 

A fountain rixt by Venus power 
Jn his clear bofom, to difplay 

The beauties of his bard 1 ring flower, 

'When gracious Anna did unite 

Two jarring nations into one, 
She bade them mutually unite, 

And make each other's good their own. 

Henceforth let each returning year 

The rofe and thiftle bear one ftem : 
The thiftle be the rofe's fpear, 

.The rofe the thiftle' s diadem. 

The queen of Britain's high decree, 

The queen of love is bound to keep ; 
Anna the fovereign of the fea, 
Venus the daughter of the deep. W. B. 

H ODE, 



( 146) 
ODE. 

To Mrs. A. R. 
Tune of, Love's Goddefs in a Myrtle Grove. 

NO W fpring begins her fmiling round, 
And lavifh paints th' enamell'd ground ; 
The birds now lift their chearful voice, 
And gay on every bough rejoice : 
The lovely graces hand in hand 
Knit fail in love's eternal band, 
With early ftep, at morning dawn, 
Tread lightly o'er the dewy lawn. 

Where'er the youthful fijlers move, 
They fire the foul to genial love : 
Now, by the river's painted fide, 
The fwain delights his country bride % 
While pleas'd, ihe hears his artlefs vows, 
Each bird his feather'd confort woos : 
Soon will the ripen'd fummer yield 
Her various gifts to every field. 

The fertile trees, a lovely mow f 
With ruby-tinclur'd birth ihall glow ; 
Sweet fmells from beds of lillies born 
Perfume the breezes of the morn : 
The fmiling day and dewy night 
To rural fcenes my fair invite; 
With fummer fweets to feail her eye, 
Yet foon, foon, will the fummer fly. 

Attend, my lovely maid, and know 
To profit by th n inftruclive mow, 
Now young and blooming thou appears 
All in the flourim of thy years : 
The lovely bud ihall foon difclofe 
To every eye the bluiTiing rofe j 
Now, now the tender tfalk is ken 
With beauty frern, and ever green. 

But 



( 147) 

But when the funny hours are pail. 
Think not the coz'ning fcene will lad ; 
Let not the flatt'rer hope perfuade, 
Ah I niuft I fay, that it will fade r 
For fees the fumraer flies away, 
Sad emblem of our own decay ! 
Now winter from the frozen north 
Drives fwift his iron chariot forth. 

His grizly hands in icy chains 
Fair Tiveda's fiiver ftream conftrains. 
Call up thy eyes, how bleak and bare 
He wanders on the tops of Tare ; 
Behold his footfteps dire are {hen 
Confeft o'er ev'ry with'ring green ; 
Griev'd at the fight, when thou (halt fee 
A fnowy wreath to cloath each tree. 

Frequenting now the ftream no more, 
Thou flies, difpleas'd, the frozen more, 
When thou mall mifs the flowers that grew 
But late, to charm thy ravinVd view ; 
Then (hall a ligh thy foul invade, 
And o'er thy pleafures cafe a fhade : 
Shall!, ah ! horrid! wilt thou fay, 
Ue like to this fome other day ? 

Yet when in fnow and dreary froft 
The pleafure of the fields is loft, 
To blazing hearths at home we run. 
And fires fupply the diftant fun ;> 
In gay delights our hours employ. 
And do not lofe, but change our joy* 
Happy ! abandon every care, 
To lead the dance, to court the fair. 

To turn the page of facred bards, 
To drain the bowl, and deal the cards.. 
In cities thus with witty friends 
la fmiles the hoary feafon ends. 
But when the lovely white and red 
From the pale amy cheek is fled, 

H z Then 



( H8 ) 

Then wrinkles dire, and age fevere 
Make beauty fly, we know not where. 

The fair, whom fates unkind difarm, 
Ah ! muil they ever ceafe to charm r 
Or is there left fome pleajing art 
To keep fecure a captive heart ? 
Unhappy love ! may lovers fay, 
Beauty, thy food, does fwift decay ; 
When once that mort-liv'd {lock is fpent, 
What is't thy famine can prevent ? 

Lay in good fenfe with timeous care, 
That love may live on wifdom's fare : 
Tho' extafy with beauty flies, 
Efteem is bom when beauty dies. 
Happy the man whom fates decree 
Their richeil gift in giving thee ; 
Thy beauty (hall his youth engage, 
Thy vvifdom mail delight his age. 



Horace, Book I. Ode 1 1. 

To W. D. 
Tune of, Willy was a wanton Wag. 

WJLLT ne'er enquire what end 
The Gods for thee or me intend ; 
How vain the fearch, that but beftows 
The knowledge of our future woes : 
Happier the man that ne'er repines, 
Whatever lot his fate alliens, 
Than they that idly vex their lives 
With wizards and inchanting wives. 

Thy prefent years in mirth employ, 
And confecrate thy youth to joy j 
Whether the fates to thy old fcore 
Shall bounteous add a winter more, 



( 149 ) 

Or this fliall lay thee cold in earth 
That rages o'er the Pent land firth, 
No more with Home the dance to lead ; 
Take my advice, ne'er vex thy head. 

With blyth intent the goblet pour, 

That's facred to the genial hour, 

In flowing wine flill warm thy foul, 

And have no thoughts beyond the bowL 

Behold the flying hour is loft, 

For time rides ever on the poll, ^ 

Even while we fpeak, even while we think; 

And waits not for the {landing drink. 

Collecl thy joys each prefent day, 
And live in youth, while bell you may ; 
Have all your pleafures at command, 
Nor trull one day in fortune's hand. 
Then Willy, be a wanton wag, 
If ye wad pleafe the lafles braw, 
At bridals then ye'll bear the brag, 
And carry ay the gree awa'. 

The Widow, 

TH E widow can bake, and the widow can brew, 
The widow can fhape, and the widow can few* 
And mony braw things the widow can do ; 

Then have at the widow, my tedaie. 
With courage attack her baith emy and late, 
To kifs her and clap her ye immna be blate j 
Speak well and do better, for fiat's the beft gate 
To win a young widow, .ny laddie. 

The widow {he's youthfu', and never ae hair 
The war of the wearing - , and has a good skair 
Of every thing lovely ; Ihe's witty and fair, 

And ba* -\ rich jointure, my laddie. 
What cou'd you wifti better your pleafure to crown, 
Than a widow, the bonnieft toaft in the town, 
With naithing, but draw in your ftool and fit down, 

And ^;>ort with the widow, my laddie ; 

H % Then 



( '5° ) 

Then till'er and kilPer with courtefie dead, 

Tho' £ark love and kindnefs be all ye can. plead ; 

Be heartfome and airy, and hope to fucceed 

With a bonny gay widow, my laddie. 
Strike iron while 'tis het, if ye'd have it to wald^ 
For fortune ay favours the adive and bauld, 
But ruins the wooer that's thowlefs and cauld, 

Unfit for the widow, my laddie. 



The Highland LaJJie. 

TH E lawland maids gang trig and fine, 
But aft they're four and unco fawcy j 
Sae proud, they never can be kind 

Like my good humour'd highland laflie^ 
O my bonny, bonny highland lajjle, 
My hearty failing highland lajfie, 
May never care make thee lejsfair, 
But bloom of youth foil biffs my lajfie* 

Than ony lafs in bonows-town, 
Wha mak their cheeks with patches xssAk, 
I'd tak my Katie but a gown, 

^re-footed in her little coatie. 
O my bonny, 

Beneath the brier or brecken bum, 
Whene'er I kifs and court my dautie i 
Happy and blyth as ane wad wifh, 

My flighteren heart gangs pittie-pattie* 
O my bonny, &c. 

O'er higher* heathery hills Tl\ ftenn 
With cockit gun and ratches tenty, 
To drive the deer out of their den, 

To feaft my lafs on diihes dainty. 
QntyboxKy, &c« 

There's. 



( iff* ) • 

There's nane mall dare by deed or word 
'Gainft her to wag a tongue or finger, 
While .1 can weild my trufly fword, 

Or frae my fide whisk out a whinger. 
O my bonny, &C. 

The mountains clad with purple bloom, 
And berries ripe, invite my treafure 
To range with me ; let great fowk gloom, 

While wealth and pride confound their pleafure. 
O m% bonny, bonny highland laffie, 
My 'lovely fmi ling highland la/Jie, 
May never care make thee lefs fair, 

But bloom of youth fill blefs my lajfe, 

Jocky blyth and gay. 

BLYTH Jocky young ; and gay, 
Is all my heart's delight ; 
He's all my talk by day, 
And all my dreams by night. 
If from the lad I be, 
'Tis winter then with me j 
But when he tarries here, „, 

'Tis fummer all the year. 

When I and Jocky met 

Firfl on the flow'ry dale, 
Right fweetly he me tret, 
And love was alL his tale, 
You are the lafs, faid he, 
That ftaw my heart frae me J 
Oeafe me of my pain, 

And never fhaw difdak. tf* . 

*% - 

Well can my Jocky kyth 

His love and courtefie, 
He made my heart full blyth 

When he firft fpake to me. 

H 4 His 



( J 52 ) 

His fait I ill deny'd, 
He kifs'd, and I complyM : 
I Sae Jocky promis'd me, 
That he wad faithful be. 

I'm glad when Jocky carries, 

Sad when he gangs away ; 
'T'is night when Jocky glooms, 
But when he fmiles 'tis day. 
When our eyes meet, I pant, 
I colour, figh and faint ; 
What lafs that wad be kind, 
Can better tell her mind ? Q^ 



Had away from me> Donald, 

OCome away, come away, 
Come away wi' me, Jenny ; 
Sic frowns I canna bear frae ane 

Whafe fmiles anes ravifti'd me, Jenny ; 
If you'll be kind, you'll never mid 

That ought fall alter me, Jenny j 
For you're the miftris of my mind, 
Whate'er you think of me, Jenny. 

Firft when your fweets enflav'd my heart* 

You feem'd to favour me, Jenny j 
But now, alas ! youacl a part 

That fpeaks unconftancy, Jenny. 
Unconftancy is fie a vice, 

'Tis not befitting thee, Jenny ; 
It fuits not with your virtue nice 

To carry fae to me, Jenny. 

Her Answer. 

OHad away, had away, 
Had away frae me, Donald % 
Your heart is made o'er large for ane, 



it is not meet for me, Donald 



Some 



( m) 

Some fickle miitris you may find 

Will jilt as fail as thee, Donald ; 
To ilka fwain me will prove kind, 

And nae lefs kind to thee, Donald. 

But I've a heart that's naething fuch, 

'Tis fill'd with honefty, Donald \ 
I'll ne'er Jove mony, I'll love much, 

I hate all levity, Donald. 
Therefore nae mair, with art, pretend 

Your heart is chain'd to mine, Donald $ 
For words of falfhood I'll defend, 

A roving love like thine, Donald, 

Firft when you courted, I rmiil own 

I frankly favour'd you, Donald ; 
Apparent worth and fair renown, 

Made me believe you true, Donald. 
Ilk virtue then feem'd to adorn 

The man efteem'd by me 5 Donald ;■ 
But now, the mask fallen aff, I fcorn 

To ware a thought on thee, Donald, 

And now, for ever, had away, 

Had away from me, Donald ; 
Gae feek a heart that's like your ain, 

And come nae mair to me, Donald ; 
For I'll referve my fell for ane, 

For ane that's liker me, Donald', 
If fie a ane I canna find, 

I'll ne'er loo man, nor thee, Donald, 

DO NALD. 
Then I'm thy man, and falfe report 

Has only tald a lie, "Jenny ; 
To try thy truth, and make us fport, 

The tale was rais'd by me, Jenny. 

J E N N Y. 
When this ye prove, and ft ill can love ? 

Then come away to me, Donald | 
I'm well content, ne'er to repent 

That I have fmil'don thee,. Donald, Q^ 

H s fodiin 



C ?JT4 > 
Todlen butt y and todlen ben* 

WHEN I've a faxpenee under my thumb, 
Then I'll get credit in ilka town : 
But ay when I'm poor- they bid me gang by ;- 
O ! poverty parts good company. 
Todlin hame, todlen hame,. 
Coudna my lo<ve come todlin hame. 

Fair-fa' the goodwife, and fend her good fale^ 
She gi'es us white bannocks to drink her ale,. 
Syne if that her tippony chance to be fma\ 
We'll tak a gpod fcour o't, and ca't awa'.. 

Todlin hame, tod/en hame, 

As round as a neep come todlen hame. 

My kimmer and I lay down to fleep^ 

.And twa pint-ftoups at our bed's feet ; 

A'nd ay when we waken'd, we drank them dry i 

What think ye of my wee kimmer and I ■.?.. 
Todlen butt, and todlen ben, 
Sae round as my loo<ve comes todlen hame. 

Leea me on liquor, my todlen dow, 
Ye're ay fae good humour'd when westing your, mou £ 
When fober iae four, ye'll fight with a flee, 
That 'tis a blyth fight to the bairns and me, 

When todlen hame-, todlen hame, 

When round as a neep ye come todlen. hame. Z. 



The auld Mads befi Argument.. 

To the Tune of, Wido<w y are ye ivawkin P 

OWk's that at my chamber door ? 
" Fair widow, are ye wawking ?"' 
Auid carie, your fuit give o'er, 
Your Ioyc lyes a' in tawking. 



( >ss ) 

Gi'e me tKe lad that's young and tight, 
Sweet like an April meadow j 

'Tis fie as he can blefs the fight, 
And bofom of a widow. 

" O widow, wilt thou let me in, 

'* I'm pawky, wife and thrifty, 
" And come of a right gentle kin j 

" I'm little mair than fifty." 
Daft carle, dit your mouth, 

What fignifies how pawky, 
Or gentle born ye be, — bot youth, 

In love you're but a gawky. 

e< Then, widow, let thefe guineas fpeak 9 

" That powerfully plead clinkan, 
" And if they fail my mouth I'll fteek, 

"' And nae mair love will think on/'. 
Thefe court indeed, I maun confefs, 

I think they make you young, Sir, 
And ten times better can exprefs 

Affection, than your tongue, Sir. 



The peremptor Lover, 

To the Tune of, John Anderfon, my Jo, 

'^TT^IS not your beauty, nor your wit, 
I JL That can my heart obtain ; 
For they cou'd never conquer yet, 

Either my breaft or brain : 
For if you'll not prove kind to me s 

And true as heretofore, 
Henceforth I'll fcorn your {lave to be, 

Or doat upon you more. 

Think not my fancy to o'ercome, 

By proving thus unkind ; 
INio fmoothed fight, nor fmiling frown, 

Canfatisfy my mind. 

H 6 Pray 



( 156) 

Pray let Platonicks play fuch pranks, 

Such follies I deride ; 
For love, at leaft, I will have thanks* 

Aud fomething elfe befide. 

Then open-hearted be with me r 

As I mall be with you, 
And let our actions be as free, 

As vertue will allow. 
If you'll prove loving, I'll prove kind, 

If true, I'll conftant be ; 
If fortune chance to change your mind., 

ril turn afToon as you. 

Since our affections well ye know, 

In equal terms do fland, 
°Tis in your power to love or no y 

Mine's likewife in my hand. 
Difpence with your auilerity, 

Unconftancy abhor, 
Or, by great Cupid's deity T 

I'll never love you more. 



Whafs that to you. 

To the Tune of, IZe glancing of her Apron*. 

MY Jeany and I have toil'd 
The live-lang fimmer day,. 
'Till we amaiil were fpoiled 

At making of the hay : 
Her kurchy was of holland clear, 

Ty'd on her bonny brow, 
J whtfpered fomething in her ear * 
But what's that to you ? 

Jler ftocjdngswere of Kerfi green? 

As tight as ony £ik : 
O fie a leg was never feen r 

Her skin was white as mil-k .? 

Her 



( *S7) 

Her hair was black as ane cou'd wifli, 

And fweet, fweet was her mou, 
Oh ! Jeany daintylie can kifs v 

But what's that to you r 

The rofe and lilly baith combine, 

To make my Jeany fair, 
There is nae benniibn like mine, 

I have amaifl nae care ; 
Only I fear my Jeany s face, 

May caufe mae men to rew, 
And that may gar me fay, alas ! 

But what's that to yoa ? 

Conceal thy beauties, if thou can 

Hide that fweet face of thine, 
That I may only be the man 

Enjoys thefe looks divine. 
O do not proftitute, my dear, 

Wonders to common view, 
And I with faithful heart mall fwear ? 

For ever to be true. 

King Solomon had wives enew ? 

And mony a concubine ; 
But I enjoy a blefs mair true, 

His joys were fhort of mine ; 
And Jeany s happier than they f 

She feMom wants her due, 
All debts of love to her I pay, 

And what's that to you ? Q^ 



SONG. 

To the abfeni Florinda. 
To the Tune of, S£ueen ofSheba.'s Marsh* 

COME, Florinda, lovely charmer, 
Come and fix this wav'ring heart i 
Let thofe eyes my foul rekindle, 
Ere I feel tome foreign dart. 

Come 



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Come, and with thy fmiles fecure me,. 
If this heart be worth thy care, 
Favour'd by my dear Florinda, 
I'll be true, as file is fair. 

Thoufand beauties trip around me,, 
And my yielding breaft affail ; 
Come and take me to thy bofom, 
Ere my conftant paflion fail. 

Come and, like the radiant morning, 
On my foul ferenely mine, 
Then thofe glimmering liars mail vaniih, 
Loft in fplendor more divine. 

Long this heart has been thy victim, 
Long has felt the pleating pain, 
Come, and with an equal paflion 
Make it ever thine remain. 

Then, my charmer, I can prornife, 
If our fouls in love agree, 
None in all the upper dwellings 
Shall be happier than we. 



A Bacchanal SONG. 

To the-Tune of, Mid Sir Symon the Ki 

COME here's to the nymph that I love ! 
Away ye vain forrows, away : 
Far, for from my bofom be gone, 
All there fhall be pleafant and gay. 

Far hence be the fad and the penfive,. 
Come fill up the glafTes around, 
We'll drink till our faces be ruddy, 
And all our vain forrows are drovvn'd. 

'Tis done, and my fancy's exulting. 
With every gay blooming defir-e, 
My blood with brisk ardour ® glowing. 
Soft pleafures my bofom infpire, Mp 



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My foul now to love is diflblvmg; 
Oh fate ! had I here my fair charmer s 
Fd clafp her, I'd clafp her fo eager, 
Of all her difdaiii I'd difarm her. 

But hold, what has love to do here 
With his troops of vain cares in aray I 

A vaunt idle penfive intruder, 

He triumphs, he will not away. 

I'll drown him, come give me a bumper & 

Young Cupid, here's to thy confufion. 

Now, now, he's departing, he's vancuiim'd, 
Adieu to his anxious delufion. 

Come, jolly God Bacchus-,, here's to thee ;, , - 
Huzza boys, huzza boys, huzza, 

Sing 16, fing 16 to Bacchus 

Hence all ye dull thinkers withdraw. $ 

Come, what fhou'd we do but be jovial,. < 
Come tune up your voices and fmg ; 
What foul is fo dull to be heavy, 
When wine fets our fancies on wing. 

Come, Pegafus lies in this bottle, 
He'll mount us, he'll mount us on high, 
Each of us a gallant young Pcrfeus, 
Sublime we'll afcend to the sky. 

Come mount, or adieu, I arife, 
In feas of wide sether I'm drown'd, 
The clouds far beneath me are failing, 
I fee the fpheres whirling around. 

What darknefs, what ratling is this, 
Thro' Chaos' dark regions Fin hurl'd, 
And now, — oh my head it is knockt 
Upon fome confounded new world. 

Now, now thefe dark ihades are retiring,, 
See yonder bright blazes a liar, 

Where am 1 ? behold the Empyreum, 

With Haming light ftreaming from far, I. W, Qv 

To 



( if* ) 

To MrU. A. C. 

A SONG. 

To the Tune of, All in the Downs* 

WHEN beauty blazes heavenly bright, 
The mufe can no more ceafe to img, 
Than can the lark with riling light, 

Her notes negleft with drooping wing. 
The morning mines, harmonious birds mount hy : 
The dawning beauty fmiles, and poets fly. 

Young Annies budding graces claim 

Th' infpired thought, and fofteft lays,, 
And kindle in the breaft a flame, 
Which muft be vented in her praife. 
Tell us, ye gentle fhepherds, have you feen 
E'er one fo like an angel tread the green ? 

Ye youth, be watchful of your hearts i 
When fhe appears, take the alarm : 
Love on her beauty points his darts, 
And wings an arrow from each charm. 
Around her eyes and fmiles the graces iport, 
And to her fnowy neck and breaft refort. 

But vain muft every caution prove y 

When fuch inchanting fweetnefs mines,, 
The wounded fwain muft yield to love, ^ 

And wonder, tho' he hopelefs pines. 
Such flames the foppifh butterfly fhou'd fhun i 
The eagle's gnly fit to view the fun. 

She's as the opening lilly fair i 

Her lovely features are compleat j 
Whilft heaven indulgeat makes her fhare 
With angels all that's wife and fweet, 
Thefe virtues which divinely deck her mind, 
Exalt each beauty of th' inferior kind. 

Whether 



( i6i ) 

Whether me love the rural fcenes, 

Or fparkle in the airy town, 
O ! happy he her favour gains, 
Unhappy ! if me on him frown. 
The mufe unwilling quits the lovely theme, 
Adieu me fings, and thrice repeats her name. 



A Pafloral Song. 

To the Tune of, My Jpron, Deary. 

Jamie. 

WHILE our flocks are a feeding, 
And we're void of care, 
Come, Sandy, let's tune 
To praife of the fair : 
For, infpir'd by my Sufie, 

I'll fing in fuch lays, ^ 

That Pan, were he judge, 
Mull allow me the bays. 

Sandy. 
While under this hawthorn 

We ly at our eafe, 
By a mufical ftream, 

And refrelh'd by the breeze 
Of a zephyr fo gentle, 

Yes, Jamie, I'll try 
For to match you and Sufie, 

Dear Katie audi. 

Jamie. 
Oh ! my Sufie fo lovely, 

She's without compare, 
She's fo comely, fo good, 

And fo charmingly fair : 
Sure, the Gods were at pains 

To malte fo compleat 
A nymph, that for love 

There was^e'er one fo meet. 

Sandy, 



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Sandy. 
Oh ! my Katie's fo bright, 

She's fo witty and gay ; 
Love, join'd with the graces, 

Around her looks play. 
In her mean fhe's fo graceful, 

In her humour fo free : 
Sure the Gods never fram'd 

A maid fairer than fhe. 

Jamie. 
Had my Sufis been there, 

When thtjhepherd deelar v d 
For the lady of Le?nnos, 

She had loft his regard : 
And, o'ercome by a pretence 

More beauteouily bright, 
He had own'd her undone, 

As the darknefs by light. 

Sand* 
Not fair Helen of Greece, 

Nor all the whole train. 
Either of real beauties, 

Or thofe poets feign, 
Cou'd be match'd with my Katie^. 

Whofe every fweet charm, 
May conquer bell: judges, 

And coldeft hearts warm. 

Jamie. 
Neither riches or honour, 

Or any thing great, 
Do I ask of the Gods ; 

But that this be my fate, 
That my Sufie to all 

My kind wifhes comply : 
For with her wou'd I live, 

And with her I wou'd die. 



Sandy, 



( i6 3 ) 

Sandy. 
If the fates give me Katie, 

And her I enjoy, 
I have all my defires ; 

Nought can me annoy r 
For my charmer has every 

Delight in fuch flore, 
She'll make me more happy 

Than fwain e'er before. 



Love will find out the Way, 

OVER the mountains, 
And over the waves, 
Over the fountains, 

And under the graves ; 
Over floods that are deeper*, 
Which do Neptune obey j 
Over rocks that are fteepefi?, 
Love will find out the way. 

Where there is no place 

For the glow-worm to ly : 
Where there is no fpace 

For receipt of a fly ; 
Where the midge dares not venture,. 

Left herfelf fait me lay : 
But if love come, he will enter, 

And fbon find out his way. 

You may efteem him 

A child in his force ; 
Or you may deem him 

A coward, which is worfe: 
But if ihe, whom love doth honour, 

Be conceal'd from the day, 
Set a thouland guards upon her,. 

Love will find out the way. 

Some 



{ 1 64 ) 

Some think to lofe him, 

Which is too unkind ; 
And fome do fuppofe him, 

Poor thing, to be blind : 
But if ne'er fo cloie ye wall him ? 

Do the bell that ye may, 
Blind love, if fo ye call him, 

He will find out the way. 

You may train the eagle 

To Hoop to your nil j 
Or you may inveigle 

The phcenix of the eafl I 
The lionefs, ye may move hex 

To give o'er her prey : 
But you'll never flop a lover, 

He will find out his way. 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, Thro 1 the wood laddie, 

AS early I walk'd, on the flrft of fweet May, 
Beneath a lteep mountain, 
Beiide a clear fountain, 
I heard a grave lute foft melody play, 
Whilfl the Echo refounded the dolorous lay. 

I liften'd and look'd, and fpy'd a young fwain* 

With afpeft diftreffed, 

And fpirits oppreffed, 
Seem'd clearing afrefh, like the sky after rain, 
And thus he discovered how he ftrave with his pain. 

Tho' Eli/a be coy, why fhould I repine, 
That a maid much above me, 
Vouchfafes not to love me ? 

In her high fphere of worth I never could ihine ; 

Then why mould I feek to debafe her to mine ? 

No 



( i6 5 ) 

No : henceforth efteem Ihall govern my deitfe, 

And, in due fubje&ion, 

Retain warm affection ; 
To (hew that felf-love inflames not ray fire, 
And that no other fvvain can more humbly admire. 

When paflion Ihall ceafe to rage in my breaft, 
Then quiet returning, 
Shall huift my fad mourning ; 
And, lord of my felf, in abfolute reft, 
I'll hug the condition which heaven Ihall think bell. 

Thus friendfhip unmixt, and wholly refin'd, 

May ilill be refpe&ed, 

Tho' love is rejected : 
Ell fa (hall own, tho' to love not inclin'd, 
That me ne'er had a friend like her lover refigiTd. 

May the fortunate youth who hereafter Ihall woo 

With profp'rous endeavour, 

And gain her dear favour, 
Know, as well as I, what VEIifa is due, 
Be much more deferving, but never lefs true, 

Whilft I, difengag'd from all amorous cares, 

Sweet liberty tailing, 

On calmeft peace reading, 
Employing my reafon to dry up my tears, 
In hopes of heaven's blLTes I'll fpend my few years, 

Ye powers that prefide o'er virtuous love. 

Come aid me with patience, 

To bear my vexations ; 
With equal defires my flutt'ring heart move* 
With fentiments pureit my notions improve, 

If love in his fetters e'er catch me again, 

May courage proteft me, 

And prudence direct me : 
Prepar'd for all fates, remembring the fwain, 
Who grew happily wife, after loving in vain, 

Rosfc 



( i66) 

RoVs Jock. A very aidd Ballat. 

RO B's Jock came to woo our Jenny, 
On ae feaft day when we were fbu ; 
bne brankit fall and made her bonny, 
And faid, Jock, come ye here to woo ? 
She burnift her baith breaft and brou, 
And made her cleer as ony clock : 

Then fpak her dame, and faid, I trou 
Ye come to woo om Jenny, Jock. 

Jock faid, Forfuith, I yern ftf fain 

To luk my head, and fit down by you : 
Then fpak her minny, and faid again, 

My bairn has tocher enough to gie you. 

Tehie ! qo Jenny, kick, kick, I fee you : 
Minny, yon man makes but a mock. 

Deil hae the liers — fu leis me o 5 you, 
I come to woo your Jenny, qo Jock, 

My bairn has tocher of her awin ; 

A gufe, a gryce, a cock and hen, 
A ftirk, a ftaig, an acre fawin, 

A bakbread and a bannock-ftane ; 

A pig, a pot, and a kirn there-ben, 
A kame but and a kaming-ftock ; 

With coags and luggies nine or ten : 
Come ye to woo our Jenny, Jock ? 

A wecht, a peet-creel and a cradle, 

A pair of clips, a graip, a flail, 
An ark, an ambry, and a ladle, 

A milfie, and a fowen-pale, 

A roufty whittle to fheer the kail, 
And a timber-mell the bear to knock, 

Twa fnelfs made of an auld fir-dale : 
Come ye to woo cur Jenny^ Jock P 

A furm, a furlet, and a peck, 

A rock, a reel, and a wheel-band, 
A tub, a barrow, and a feck, 

A fpurtil- braid, and an elvvand.. 

Then 



( i6 7 ) 

Then Jock took Jenny be the hand, 
And cry'd, a feaft ! and flew a cock, 

And made a bridal upo' land. 
Now I have got your Jenny, qo Jock. 

Now dame, I have your dochter marri'd, 

And tho' ye mak it ne'er fae tough, 
I let you wit fhe's nae mifcarried, 

Its well kend I have gear enough : 

Ane auld gaw'd gloyd fell owre a heugh, 
A fpade, a fpeet, a fpur, a fock ; 

Withouten owfen I have a pleugh : 
May that no fer your Jenny, qo Jock P 

A treen truncher, a ram-horn fpoon, 

Twa buits of barkit blafint leather, 
A graith that ganes to coble ihoon, 

And a thravvcruik to twyne a feather, 

Twa croks that moup amang the heather, 
A pair of branks, and a fetter lock, 

A teugh purfe made ofafwine's blather, 
To had your tocher, Jenny, qo Jock. 

Good elding for our winter fire, 

A cod of caff wad fill a cradle, 
A rake of iron toclat the bire, 

A deuk about the dubs to paddle, 

The pannel of an auld led-ladle, 
And Rob my eem hetcht me a itock, 

Twa lufty lips to lick a ladle. 
May thir no gane your Jenny, qo Jock P 

A pair of hames and brechom fine, 

And without bitts a bridle-renzie, 
A fark made of the linkome twine, 

A gay green cloke that will not itenzie ; 

Mair yet in ilore — < — I needna fenzie, 
Five hundred flaes, a fendy flock ; 

And are not thae a wakrife menzie, 
To gae to bed with Jenny and Jock P 

Tak 



( 10 ) 

Tak fhir for my part of the feaft, 

It is well knawin I am well bodin : 
Ye need not fay my part is leaft, 

Wer they as meikle as they'r lodin. 

The wife fpeerd gin rhe kail was fodin, 
When we have done, tak hame the brok ; 

The roll was teugh as raploch hodin, 
With which they feafted Jenny and Jock, 



A SONG. 

To the Tunc of, A Rock and a wee pickle Tow* 

I Have a green purfe and a wee pickle gowd, 
A bonny piece land, and planting on't, 
it fattens my flocks, and my bairns it has ftow'd \ 
But the beft thing of a's yet wanting on't : 
To grace it, and trace i% 
And gie me delight ; 
To blefe me, and kifs me,, 
And comfort my fight, 
With beauty by day, and kindnefs by night, 
And nae mair my lane gang fauntring on't. 

My Chrifty fheY charming and good as fhe'3 fair J 

Her een and her mouth are inchanting fweet, 
She fmiles me on fire, her frowns gie defpair : 
I love while my heart gaes panting wi'c. 
Thou fairell, and deareft, 
Delight of my mind, 
Whole gracious embraces 
By heaven were defign'd 
For happiell tranfports, and bliffes refin'd, 
Nae 1 anger delay thy granting fweet. 

For thee, bonny Cbrifty, my fhepherds and hynds,. 

Shall carefully make the years dainties thine : 
Thus freed frae laigh care, while love rills our minds, 

Our days fhall wkhpleafure and plenty fhine. 

Thea 






( i6 9 ) 

Then hear me, and chear me 
With fmiling confent, 
Believe me, and give me 
No caufe to lament, 
Since I ne'er can be happy, till thou fay, Content, 
Fm pleas' d nvitb my Jamie, and hejhall be mine. 



S O N G, 

To its a'tn Tune, 

ALT HO' I be but a country Iafs, 
Yet a lofty mind I bear — O, 
And think my fell as good as thofe 

That rich apparel wear — O. 
Altho' my gown be hame-fpun grey, 

My skin it is as faft ~— O, 
As them that fatin weeds do wear, 
And carry their heads aloft — O. 

What tho 1 1 keep my father's iheep ? 

The thing that rauft be done O, 

With garlands of the iineft flowers, 

To made me frae the fun — -O. 
When they are feeding pleafantly, 

Where grafs and flowers do fpring — Q, 
Then on a rlowry bank at noon, 

I fet me down and fing — — O. 

My Paijly piggy, cotk'd with fag«, 

Contains my drink but thin — «0. 
No wines do e'er my brain enrage, 

Or tempt my mind to fm •— * O. 
My country curds, and wooden fpoon, 

I think them unco fine — O. 
And on a rlowry bank at noon, 

I fet me down and dine — O. 

Akho' my parents cannot raife > 

Great bags of mining gold — O, 

Like them whafe daughters, now-a-days, 
Like fwine are bought and fold — O ; 






Fet 



( i?° ) 

Yet my fair body it fhall keep 
s { An honeil heart within — O J 
And for twice fifty thoufand crowns 9 
I value not a prin *— O. 

I ufe nae gums upon my hair, 

Nor chains about my neck — ■ »0. 
Nor mining rings upon my hands, 

My fingers ftraight to deck — Qr\ 
But for that lad to me fhall fa\ 

And I have grace to wed — 3 
IP 11 keep a jewel worth them a\ 

I mean my maidenhead — O. 

1£ canny fortune give to me 

The man I dearly love — O, 
Tho 1 we want gear, I dinna care,, 

My hands I can improve •— O. 
Expecting for a bleffing ftill 

Defcending from above — — O. 
Then we'll embrace, and fweetly kifs, 

Repeating tales of love — O. Z, 

V- I III , I m i 

Waly, waly, gm Love be bonny. 

OWaly, waly up the bank, 
And waly, waly down the brae, 
And waly, waly yon burn-iide, 

Where I and my love wont to gae* 
% lean'd my beck unto an aik, 

I thought it was a trufty tree, • . 

JJut firft it bow'd and fyne it brak, 
Sae my true love did lightly me. 

O waly, waly, but l«ve be bonny, 

A little time while it is new, 
But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld, 

And fades away like the morning dew. 
O wherefore fhou'd I busk my head ? 

Or wherefore fhou'd I kame my hair ? 
For my true love has me forfook, 

And fays he'll never love me mair. 

, Now 



( W ) 

Now Arthur-Seat (hall be my bed, 

The meets mall ne'er be fyl'd by me, 
Saint Anton's well mall be my drink, 

Since my true love has for.faken me. 
Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, 

And make the green leaves oft" the tree ? 
O gentle death, when wilt thou come ? 

For of my life I am weary. 

*Tis not the frofl that freezes fell, 

Nor blawing maw's inclemency ; 
'Tis not ficcauld that makes me cry, 

But my love's heart grown cauld to me. 
When we came in by Glafgow town, 

We were a comely fight to fee ; 
My love was cled in the black velvet, 

And I my fell in cramafie. 

But had I wift before I kifs'd, 

That love had been fae ill to win, 
I'd lock'd my heart in a cafe of gold, 

And pin'd it vvith a filver pin« 
Oh, oh ! if my young babe were born, 

And fet upon the nurfe's knee, 
And I my fell were dead and gane, 

For a maid again I'll never be. Z, 



The Loving Lafs and Spinning-wheeL 

AS I fat at my fpinning-wheel, 
A bonny lad was pailmg by : 
I view'd him round, and lik'd him weel, 
For trouth he had a glancing eye. 
My heart new panting, 'gan to feel, 
Eut ftill I turn'd my fpinning-wheel. 

With looks all kindnefs he drew near, 
And ftill mair lovely did appear ; 

1 2 And 



( J 72 ) 

And round about my ilender wafte 
He clafp'd his arms, and me embrac'd : 
To kifs my hand, fyne down did kneel,' 
As I fat at my fpinning-vvheel. 

My milk-white hands he did extol, 
And prais'd my ringers lang and fmall, 
And faid, there was nae lady fair 
That ever cou'd with me compare. 
Thefe words into my heart did fteel, 
But itill I turn'd my fpinning-wheel. 

Altho' 1 fcemingly did chide, 
Yet he wad never be deny'd, 
But Itill decla/d his love the mair, 
Until my heart was wounded fair : 
That I my lcve cou'd fcarce conceal, 
Yet Hill I turn'd my fpinning wheel. 

My hanks of yarn, my reck and reel, 
My winnels and my fpinning-wheel ; 
He bid me leave them all with fpeed, 
And gang with him to yonder mead : 

My yielding heart ftrange flames did feel, 
Yet ftill I turn'd my fpinning- wheel. 

About my neck his arm he laid, 
And whifper'd, Rife my bonny maid, 
And with me to yon hay-cock go, • 
I'll teach thee better wark to do. 
In frouth I loo'd the motion weel, 
And loot alane .my fpinning-wheel. 

Amang the pleafant. cocks of hay, 

Then with my bonny lad I lay ; 

What laflie, young and faft as 1," 

Cou'd fie a handfome lad deny ? 
Thefe pleafures I cannot reveal, 
Thai far forpaft the fpinning-wheel. 



On 



( J 73 ) 

On the Marriage of the R. H, Lord G— 
and Lady K — C — . 

A S O N G. 

To the Tune of, The Highland Laddie. 

BRIGANTIUS. 

NO W all thy virgin-fvveets are mine, 
And all the mining charms that grace thee; 
My fair Melinda, come recline 

Upon my breaft, while I embrace thee, 
And tell without difiembling art, 

My happy raptures on thy b'ofom *. 
Thus will I plant within thy heart, 
A love that fhall for ever bloftorru 

Chorus. 
O the happy, happy, brave and bonny,. 
Sure the Gods well pieas'd behold ye ; 
Their work admire, fo great, fo fair, 
And well in all your joys uphold ye. 

Melinda. 
No more I blum, now that I'm thine, 

To own my love in tranfport tender, 
Since that fo brave a man is mine, 

To my Brigantius I furrender. 
By facred ties I'm now to move 

As thy exalted thoughts direc"l me y 
And while my fmiles engage thy love, 

Thy manly greatnefs mail protect me. 

Chorus. ' 
O the happy, &c. 

Brigantius. 
Soft fall thy words, like morning dew, 
- New life on blowing flowers bellowing ; 
Thus kindly yielding makes me bow 
To heaven, with fpirit grateful glowing. 

1 3 My 



( '74 ) 

My honour, courage, wealth and wit, 

Thou dear delight, my chiefeft treafure, 
Shall be imployed as thou thinks fit, 

As agents for our love and pleafure. 
Chorus. 
O the happy, &c. 

Melintda. 
With my Brigantius I could live 

In lonely cotts, befide a mountain, 
And nature's eafy wants relieve 

With fhepherds fare, and quaf the fountain. 
What pleafes thee, the rural grove, 

Or eongrefs of the fair and witty, 
Shall give me pleafure with thy love, 

In plains retir'd or foeial city. 

Chorus. 
O the happy, &c. 

Brigantius. 
How fweetly eanft thou charm my foul, 

O lovely fum of my defires ! 
Thy beauties all my cares controul, 

Thy virtue all that's good infpires. 
Tune every inftrument of found, 

Which all the mind divinely raifes, 
Till every height and dale rebounds, 

Both loud and fweet, my darling's praifes. 

Chorus. 
O the happy, &V. 

Melinda. 
Thy love gives me the brightefl mine, 

My happinefs is now completed, 
Since all that's generous, great and fine, 

In my Brigantius is united ; 
For which I'll ftudy thy delight, 

With kindly taie the time beguiling, 
And round the change of day and night, 

Fix throughout life a conftant fmiling. 

Chorus. 
OtJielia^T, *rV. SO n G. 



( i?5 ) 
SONG. 

To the Tune of, Woes my heart that *we Jhouldfunder* 

AD I E U ye pleafant fports and plays, 
Farewel each fong that was diverting v 
Love tunes my pipe to mournful lays, 
I fing of Delia and Damons parting. 

Long had he lovM, and long conceal'd 

The dear tormenting pleafant paffion, 
Till Delia's mildnefs had prevail'd 

On him to fhew his inclination. 

. Juft as the fair one feem'd to give 
A patient ear to his love ftory,. 
Damn mult his Delta leave, 
To go in quell of tollfome glory; 

Half-fpoken words hung on his tongue, 

Their eyes refus'd the ufual meeting ;. 
And fighs fupply'd their wonted fong, 

Thefe charming founds were changed to weeping. 

Dear idol of my foul, adieu : 

Ceafe to lament, but ne'er to love me, 
While Damon lives, he lives for you, 

No other charms lhall ever move me. 

Alas \ who knows, when parted far 
From Delia, but you may deceive her ? 

The thought deftroys my heart with care, 
Adieu, my dear, I fear for ever. 

If ever I forget my vows, 

May then my guardian-angel leave me : , 
And more to aggravate my woes, 

Be you fo good as to forgive me, H, 

I 4 OVr 



( i 7 6) 

Oer the hills and far away, 

JOCKT met with Jenny fair, 
Aft be the dawing of the day ; 
But Jocky now is fu' of care, 
Since Jenny flaw his heart away : 
Altho' file promis'd to be true, 
She proven has alake ! unkind ; 
Which gars poor Jocky often rue, 
That he e'er Ico'd a fickle mind. 
And its o'er the hills and far away* 

Its o'er the hills and far away, 

Its o'er the hills and far away, 
The wind has hlawn my plaid away* 

Now Jocky was a bonny lad, 
As e'er was born in Scotland fair ; 
But now, poor man, he's e'en gane wood ,, 
Since Jenny has gart him defpair. 
Young Jocky was a piper's fon, 
And fell in love when he was young ; 
But a' the fprings that he cou'd play, 
Was o'er the hills and far away , 

And its o'er the hills, Sec. 

He fung — — when firft my Jennf% face 
.1 faw, Ihe feem'd fae fu' of grace, 
With meikle joy my heart was fiil'd, 
That's now alas ! with forrow kuTcL 
Oh ! was me but as true as fair, 
' Fwad put an end to my defpair. 
Inrteadof that ihe is unkind, 
And wavers likp the winter- wind. 

And its o'er the hills , &c. 

Ah f cou'd lhe find the difmal wae, 
That for her fake I undergae, 
She cou'd nae chufe but grant relief, 
And put an end to a' my grief : 



But 



( l 77 ) 

But oh ! me is as faufe as fair, 
Which caufes a' my fighs and care j 
But me triumphs in proud difdain, 
And takes a pleafure in my pain. 
And its o'er the hills, &c. 

Hard was my hap, to fa' in love 
With ane that does fae faithlefs prove. 
Hard was my fate to court a maid, 
That has my conflant heart betray'd> 
A thoufand times to me fne fware, 
She wad be true for evermair ; 
But, to my grief, a lake, I fay, 
She flaw my heart and ran away, 

And it's o'er the hills , &c. 

Since that me will nae pity take, 
I maun gae wander for her fake, 
And, in ilk wood and gfoomy grove 9 
I'll fighing ling, Adieu to love, 
Since me is faufe whom I adore, 
I'll never trull a woman more ; 
Frae a' their charms I'll flee awty, 
And on my pipe I'll fweetly play, 
O'er hills and dales and far a-iv.zy, 
Out o'er the hills and far away, 
Out o'er the hills and far away, 
*The <wind has blanvn my plaid away. 



Jenny Nettles.. 

SAW ye Jenny Nettles, ■ 
Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, 
Saw ye Jenny Nettles, 

Coming frae the market ; 
Bag and baggage on her back, . 
Her fee and bountith in her lap ; 
Bag and baggage on her back 9 
And a babie in her oxtex. 

I 5 I met 



( 178 ) 



I met ayont the kairny, 

Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, 
Singing till her bairny, 

Robin Rattiest baftard ; 
To flee the dool upo' the ftool, 

And ilka ane that mocks her, 
She round about feeks Robin out, 

To flap it in his oxter. 

Fy, fy ! Robin Rattle, 

Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle ; 
Fy, fy I Robin Rattle, 

Ufe Jenny Nettles kindly : 
Score out the blame, and fhun the fhame, 

And without mair debate o't, 
Take hame your wain, make Jenny fain 

The leel and leefome gate o't. 



J ocky 1 *s fou and Jenny's fain* 

JOCKT fou, Jenny fain, 
Jenny was nae ill to gain, 
She was couthy, he was kind, 
And thus the wooer tellM his mindo 

Jenny 1*11 nae mair be nice, 
Gi'e me love at ony price ; 
I winna prig for red or whyt, 
Love alane can gi'e delyt. 

Others feek they kenna what, 
In looks, in carriage, and a' that * 
Give me love, for her I court : 
Love in love makes a* the fport. 

Colours minglM unco fine, 
Common motives lang finfyne^ 
Never can engage my love, 
V ntil my fancy ferft approve. 



t '79 ) 

It is na meat but appetite 
That makes our eating a delyU 
Beauty is at beft deceit ; 
Fancy only kens nae cheat. Q. 



Leader Haughs and Yarrow, 

WHEN Fh&bus bright, the azure skies 
With golden rays enlightneth, 
He makes all nature's beauties rife, 

Herbs, trees and flowers he quickneth : 
Amongit all thofe he makes his choice, 

And with delight goes thorow, 
With radiant beams and filver ftreams^ 
Are Leader Haughs and Yarrow* 

When Aries the day and night 

In equal length divideth, 
Auld frofty Saturn takes his flight-, 

Nae langer he abideth : 
Then flora queen, with mantle greert 7 

Cafts affher former forrow, 
And vows to dwell with Ceres fell 

In Leader Haughs and Yarrow. 

Van playing on his aiten reed, 

And fhepherds him attending, 
Do here refort their flocks to feed, 

The hills and haughs commending \ 
With cur and kent upon the bent, 

Sing to the fun, Good morrow, 
And fwear nae fields mair pleafures yield, 

Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow, 

An houfe their Hands on Leader fide, 

Surmounting my defcriving, 
With rooms fae rare, and windows hiv 3 

Like Dedalus contriving : 

I 6 Men 



( ^o ) 

Men palling by, do aften cry, 
in footh it hath nae marrow ; 

It fcands as fvveet on Leader fide, 
As Newark does on Yarrow. 

A mile below wha lifts to ride, 

'They'll hear the mavis finging ; 
Into St. Leonard's banks me'll bide, 
, Sweet birks her head o'er hinging : 
The lintwhite loud, and progneproud, 

With tuneful throats and narrow, 
Into St. Leonard's banks they fing, 
As fweetly as in Yarrow. 

The lapwing lilteth o'er the lee, 

With nimble wing die fporteth,. 
But vows flie'U flee far frae the tree 

Where Philomel reibrteth : 
By break of day, the lark can fay, 

I'll bid you a good morrow, 
I'll ftreek my wing, and mounting fing,. 

O'er Leader Haughs and Yarrow. 

Park, Wantan-w&wS) and Wooden-cleugh^ 

The eaft and weftern Mainfes, 
The Wood of Lauder s fair enough, 

The corns are good in Blainjbes, 
Where aits are fine, and fald be kind, 

That if ye fearch all thorow 
Mearns, Buchan, Mar, nane better are 

Than Leader Haughs and Yarrow. 

In Burn Mill-hog and Whitejlade ihaws, 

The fearful hare me haunteth, 
Brig-haugh and Braidwoodjheil 'fhe knaws y 

And Chapel-wood frequenteth : 
Yet when ihe irks, to Kaidjly birks 

She rins and fighs for forrow, 
That Hie iltou'd leave fweet Leader Haugfo, 

And cannot win to Yarrow. 



What 



( i8' ) 

What fweeter mufick wad ye hear, 

Than hounds and beigles crying ? 
The ftarted hare rins hard with fear, 

Upon her fpeed relying. 
But yet her flrength, it fails at length, 

Nae bidding can flie borrow 
In Stirrers field, C leek man or Hag% 

And fighs to be in Yarrow. 

For Rod-wood, Ringwood, Spoty, Shag, 

With fight and fcent purfue her, 
Till ah I her pith begins to flag, 

Nae cunning can refcue her. 
O'er dub and dyke, o'er feugh and fyke, 

She'll rin the fields all tharow, 
'Till fail'4 fhe fa's in Leader Haughs y 

And bids farewell to Yarrow. 
Sing ErJJington and Cowdenknows, 

Where Homes had anes commanding i 
And Drygrange with thy milk-white ews, 

'Twixt Tweed and Leader flanding : 
The bird that flees throw Rcedpath trees, 

And Gledjkvood banks ilk morrow, 
May chant and flng, Sweet Leader Haugks, 

And bonny hovvms of Yarrow. 

But minftrel Burn cannot aflwage 

His grief, while life endureth, 
To fee the changes of this age, 

That fleeting time procureth ; 
For mony a place Hands in hard cafe, 

Where blyth fowk .kend nae forrow, 
With Homes that dwelt on Leader fide, 

And Scots that dwelt on Yarrow. 



For the Sake .of Somebody. 

FO R the fake of fomebody, 
For the fake of fomebody 
I cou'd wake a winter-night, 
For the fake of fomebody : I am 



( i8 2 ) 

I am gawn to feek a wife, 

I am gawn to buy a plaidy ; 
I have three ftane of woo, 

Carling, is thy daughter ready ? 
For the fake offomehody, &c. 

Betty y laffy, fay't thy fell, 

Tho' thy dame be ill to moo, 
Firft we'll buckle, then we'll tell, 

Let her fly te and fyne come too : 
What fignifies a mither's gloom , 

When love in kiffes come in play ? 
Shoifd we wither in our bloom, 

And in fimmer mak nae hay ? 
For the fake, Sec, 

S H 1. 

Bonny lad, I carena by, 

Tho' I try my luck with thee, 
Since ye are content to tye 

The haft-mark bridal band wi' me ; 
I'll flip hame and wafli my feet, 

And Ileal on linnings fair and clean,. 
Syne at the tryfting place we'll meet, 

To do but what my dame has done. 
For the fake, &c. 

He. 
Now my lovely Betty gives 

Confent in fick a heartfome gate, 
It me frae a my care relieves, 

And doubts that gart me aft look blate ; 
Then let us gang and get the grace, 

For they that have an appetite 
Shou'd eat ;— - and lovers fhou'd embrace ; 

If thefe be faults, 'tis nature's wyte. 
For the fake, &c. 



Norland Jocky and Southland Jenny, 



A 



Southland Jenny that was right bonny, 
Had for a fuitor a norland Johny ; 

But 



( >8 3 ) 

But he was fican 4 a baftifu' wooer, 

That he cou'd fcarcely fpeak unto her, 
Till blinks of her beauty, and hopes o'her filler, 
Forc'd him at laft to tell his mind till her. 
My dear, quoth he, we'll nae langer tarry, 
Gin ye can loo me, let's o'er the march, and marry. 

She. 
Come, come away, then my norland laddie, 
Tho* we gang neatly, fome are mair gaudy ; 
And albeit I have neither govvd nor money, 
Come, and I'll ware my beauty on thee. 

He. 
Ye laffes of the fouth, ye'r a' for drefling ; 
Laffes of the north, mind milking and threfhing ; 
My minny wad be angry, and iae wad my dady, 
Shou'd I marry ane as dink as a lady. 
For I maun hae a wife that will rife in the morning, 
Crudle a' the milk, and keep the houfe a fcaulding, 
Toolie with her nibours, and learn at my minny, 
A norland Jocky maun hae a norland Jenny. 

She. 
My father's only daughter and twenty thoufand pound,, 
Shall never be beitow'd on fie a filly clown ; 
For a' that I faid was to try what was in ye. 
Gae name, ye norland Jock, and court your norland 
Jenny. Z, 



The auld yellow haird Laddie. 

THE yellow hair'd laddie fat down on yon brae, 
Cries, Milk the ews, lafly, let nane of them gae J 
And ay fhe milked, and ay me fang, 
Tbe yellovo baited laddie Jhall be my goodman. 
And ay Jbe milked, &c. 

The weather is cauld, and my daithing is thin ; 

The ews are new clipped, they winna bught in : 

They winna bught in tho' I fhou'd die, 

O yellow hair'd laddie, be kind to me : 

They winna bugbt in, &c. The 



( i8 4 ) 

The goodwife cries butt the houfe, Jenny, come ben, 
The cheefe is to mak, and the butter's to kirn. 
Tho' butter, and cheefe, and a' fhou'd four, 
1*11 crack and kifs wi' my love ae haff hour ; 
It's ae haffhour, and we's e'en mak it three, 
For the yellow hair'd laddie my husband mall be. 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, Booth's Minuet, 

FA I R, fweet and young, receive a prize, 
Referv'd for your victorious eyes : 
From crowds whom at your feet you fee, 
Oh! pity, anddiftinguiftime. 

No graces can your form improve $ 

But all are loft unlefs you love : 

If that dear paffion you difdain, 

Your charms and beauty are in vain. X, 



Part of an Epilogue fung after the acting of 
the Orphan and Gentle Shepherd in 
Taylors-hall, by a Set of young Gentlemen? 
January 22, 1729. 

Tune, BeJJy Bell. 

THU S let us fludy night and day, 
To fit us for our Ration, 
That when we're men we parts may play 

Are ufeful to cur nation. 
For now's the time, when we are young, 

To fix our views on merit, 
Water its buds, and make the tongue 
And action fuit the fpirit. 

This all the fair and wife approve, 

We know it by ycur fmiling,. 
.And while we gain refpecLand love^ 

Our ftudies are not toiling. g^ 



( i«5) 

Such application gives delight, 
And in the end proves gainful, 

Tho' mony a dark and hfelefs wight 
May think it hard and painful. 

Then never let us think our time . 

And care, when thus employed, 
Are thrown away, but deem't a crime. 

When youth's by floth deftroyed ; 
*Tis only active fouls can rife 

To fame and all that's fplendid, 
And favour in thefe conquering eyes, 

'Gainil whom no heart's defended. 



The Generous Gentleman. A Sang* 

To the Tune of, The bonny Lafs of Brankfeme* 

AS J came in by Tiviot-jtde, 
And by the braes of Brankfotne % 
There firil I faw my bonny bride, 

Young, fmiling, fweet and handfom 3 
Her skin was fafter than the down, 

And white as alabafter ; 
Her hair .a mining wavy brown ; ' ., 
Ic llraightnefs nane furpaft her. * 

Life glow'd upon her lip and cheek, 

Her clear een were furprifing, 
And beautifully turn'd her neck, 

Her little breafts juft riling : 
Nae filken hole, with goomets fine, 

Or moon with glancing laces, 
On her fair leg, forbad to mine, 

Well fhapen native graces. 

Ae little coat, and bodice white, 

Was fum of a' her claithing ; 
Even thefe o'er mickle ; — mair delyte 

She'd given cled wi naithing, : 

She 



( »86 ) 






She lean'd upon a flowry brae, 

By which a burny trotted ; 
On her I glowr'd my faul away, 

While on her fweets I doated. 

A thoufand beauties of defert 

Before had fcarce alarmM me, 
'Till this dear artlefs itruck my heart, 

And bot defigning, charm'd me. 
Hurry'd by love dole to my breaft, 

I grafp'd this fund of bliffes ; 
Wha fmil'd, and faid, Without a prieft, 

Sir, hope for nought but kifTes. 

I had nae heart to do her harm, 

And yet I coudna want her ; 
What fhe demanded, ilka charm 

Of her's pled, I fhou'd grant her. 
Since heaven had dealt to me a rowth, 

Straight to the kirk I led her, 
There plighted her my faith and trowth* 

And a young lady made her. 



The happy Clown, 



HOW happy is the rural crown, 
Who, far remov'd from noife of town,, 
Contemns the glory of a crown. 

And in his fafe retreat, 
Is pleafed with his low degree, 
Is rich in decent poverty, 
From ftrife from care and bus'nefs free. 
At once baith good and great ? 

No drums difturb his morning fleep, 
He fears no danger of the deep, 
Nor noify law, nor courts ne'er heap 
Vexation on his mind : 

No 



( i8 7 ) 

No trumpets rouze him to the war, 
No hopes can bribe, no threats can dare ; 
From ftate intrigues he holds afar, 
And liveth unconfin'd. 

Like thofe in golden ages born, 
He labours gently to adorn 
His fmall paternal fields of corn, 

And on their product feeds : 
Each feafon of the wheeling year, 
Induitrious he improves with care ; 
And ftill fome ripened fruits appear. 

So well his toil fucceeds. 

Now by a filver ftream he lies, 
And angles with his baits and flie$, 
And next the filvan fcene he tries, 

His fpirits to regal : 
Now from the rock or height he views 
His fleecy flock, or teeming cows, 
Then tunes his reed, or tries his mufe, 

That waits his honeft call. 

Amidil his harmlefs eafy joys, 

No care his peace of mind deftroys, 

Nor does he pafs his time in toys 

Beneath his juft regard : 
He's fond to feel the zephyr's breez, 
To plant and fned his tender trees » 
And for attending well his bees, 

Enjoys the fweet reward. 

The flowry meads, and fllent coves, 

The fcenes of faithful rural loves, 

And warbling birds on blooming groves, 

Afford a wifh'd delight : 
But O ! how pleafant is this life ? 
Hell with a chaft and virtuous wife, 
And children pratling, void of ftrife, 

Around his fire at night > X. 

Willy 



(..88 ) 
Willy was a wanton Wag. 

WILLY was a wanton wag, 
The blytheft lad that e'er I faw, 
At bridals ftill he bore the brag, 
And carried ay the gree awa : 
His doublet was of 'Zetland fhag, 

And wow ! but Willy he was braw,. 
And at his fhouder hang a tag, 
That pleas'd the laffes bell of a\ 

He was a man without a cla'g, 

Hit heart was frank without a flaw j 
And ay whatever Willy laid, 

It was ftill hadden as a law. 
His boots they were made of the jag, 

When he went to the weapon- maw, 
Upon the green nane darft him brag, 

The feind a ane amang them a 7 . 

And was not Willy well worth gowd ? 

He wan the love of great and fma' * 
For after he the bride had kifs'd, 

He kifs'd the laffes hale-fate a'. 
Sae merrily round the ring they fow'c?, 

When be the hand he led them a%. 
And fmack onfmack on them beitow'd, 

By virtue of a Handing law. 

And was nae Willy a great lown, 

As fhyre a lick as e'er was feen ? 
When he danc'd with the laffes round, 

The bridegroom fpeer'd where he had been. 
Quoth Willy, I've been at the ring, 

With bobbing, faith, my flunks are fain 
Gae ca' your bride and maidens in, 

For Willy he dovvdo nae mair. 
Then reft ye, Willy, I'll gae out, 

And for a wee fill up the ring. 
But, fhame light on his fouple fnout, 

He wanted Willfs wanton fling t 

Then 



( i8 9 ) 

Then ftraight he to the bride did fare, 

Says, well's me on your bonny face, 
With bobbing Willy y s fhanks are fair, 

And lam come to fill his place. 

Bridegroom, me fays, you'll fpoil the dance 3 

And at the ring you'll ay be lag, 
Unlefs like Willy ye advance ; 

( O ! Willy has a wanton leg ) 
For we't h€ learns us a' to fleer, 

And formait ay bears up the ring ; 
We will find nae fie dancing here, 

If we want Willys wanton fling. W W, 



CleliaV Reflexions on herfelf for 
flighting Philander^ Love. 

To the Tune of, The Gallant Shoe-maker \ 

YOUNG Philander woo'd me lang, 
But I was peevilh, and forbad him, 
I wadna tent his loving fang, 

But now I wifh, I wifh I had him : 
Ilk morning when I view my glafs, 

Then I perceive my beauty going ; 

And when the wrinkles feize the face, 

Then we may bid adieu to wooing. 

My beauty, anes fo much admir'd, 

I find it fading faft, and flying ; 
My cheeks, which coral like appeared. 

Grow pale, the broken blood decaying : 
Ah ! we may fee curfelves to be 

Like fummer fruit that is unfhaken, 
When ripe, they foon fall down and die, 

And by corruption quickly taken. 

Ufe then your time, ye virgins fair, 

Employ your day before 'tis evil ; 
Fifteen is a feafon rare, 

But five and twenty is the devil. Juft 



(•190 ) 

Jufl when ripe, confent unto't, 
Hug nae mair your lanely pillow ; 

Women are like other fruit, 

They lofe their relifh when too mellow. 

If opportunity be loft, 

You'll find it hard to be regained ; 
Which now I may tell to my coft, 

Tho' but my fell nane can be blamed : 
If then your fortune you refpect, 

Take the occafion when it offers ; 
Nor a true lover's fuit neglecl, 

Left you be fcoff'd for being fcoffers. 

I, by his fond expreffions, thought 

That in his love he'd ne'er prove changing 
But now, alas ! 'tis turn'd to nought, 

And, pall my hope, he's gane a ranging. 
Dear maidens, then take my advice, 

And let na coynefs prove your ruin ; 
For if ye be o'er foolifh nice, 

Your fuiters will give over wooing. 

Then maidens airfd you nam'd will be, 

And in that fretfu' rank be number'd, 
As lang as life ; and when ye die, 

With leading apes be ever cumber'd : 
A punifhment, and hated brand, 

With which nane of us are contented ; 
Then be not wife behind the hand, 

That the miftake may be prevented. 



The young Ladies Thanks to the Repenting 
Virgin, for her feafonable Advice. 

O Virgin kind ! we canna tell 
How many many thanks we owe you, 
For pointing out to us fae well 

Thefe very rocks that did o'erthrcw you ; 

And 



( i9i ) 



And we your lefTon fae fhall mind, 

That e'en tho' a' our kin had fwore it, 

E'er we fhall be an hour behind, 
We'll take a year or twa before it. 

We'll catch all winds blaw in our fails, 

And ftill keep out our flag and pinnet ; 
If young Philander anes aflails 

To itorm love's fort, then he fhall win it: 
We may indeed for modefty, 

Prefent our forces for refinance ; 
But we fhall quickly lay them by, 

And contribute to his afMance. 



The Step Daughter's Relief. 
To the Tune of, The Kirk wad let me be* 

I was anes a well tocher'd lafs, 
My mither left dollars to me ; 
But now I'm brought to a poor pafs, 
My ftep-dame has gart them flee. 
My father he's aften frae hame, 

And fhe plays the deel with his gear j 
She neither has lateth nor fhame, 
And keeps the hale houfe in a fleer. 

She's barmy-fac'd, thriftlefs and bauld, 

And gars me aft fret and repine ; 
While hungry, haif-naked and cauld, 

I fee her deilroy what's mine : 
But foon I might hope a revenge, 

And foon of my forrows be free, 
My poortith to plenty wad change, 

If ihe were hung up on a tree. 

Quoth Ringan^ wha lang time had loo'd 

This bonny lafs tenderly, 
I'll take thee, fvveet May, in thy fnood, 

Gif thou wilt gae hame with me. 



Ti$ 



( J 92 ) 

'Tis only your fell that I want, 
Your kindnefs is better to me 

Than a' that your ftep-.mother, fcant 
Of grace, now has takes frae thee. 

I'm but a young farmer, its true, 

And ye are tiie fprout of a laird ; 
But I have milk-cattle enow, 

And rowth of good rucks in my yard ; 
Ye fall have naithing to fafh ye, 

Sax fervants fall jouk to thee : 
Then kilt up thy coats, my laffie, 

And gae thy ways hame with me. 

The maiden her reafon imployed, 

Not thinking the offer amifs, 
Confented j — while Ringan o'erjoy'd, 

Receiv'd her with mony a kifs. 
And now me fits blythly fingan, 

And joking her drunken itep-dame, 
Delighted with her dear Ringan, 

That makes her good-wife at hame„ 



JeanYj where has thou been, 

O Jeany, Jeany, where has thou been ? 
Father and mother are feeking of thee* 
Ye have been ranting, playing the wanton, 

Keeping of Jocky company. 
O Betty, r<ve been to hear the mill clack, 

Getting meal ground for the family, 
Asftnv as it gade I brang hame the fack, 
For the miller has taken nae moivterfrae me. 

Ha ! Jeany, Jeany, there's meal on your back, 

, The miller's a wanton billy, and flee, 
Tho' victual's come hame again hale, what-reck, 
I fear he has taken his mowter aff thee. 

dnd 



( m ) 

<jhid Betty, yefpreadyour Unnen to bleech, 
When that was done, 'where coiid you be ? 

Jia ! lafs I [aw ye flip down the hedge. 
And wanton Willy was following thee. 

Ay Jeany, Jeany, ye gade to the kirk ; 

But when it skaiPd, where cou'd thou be \ 
Ve came na hame till it was mirk, 

They fay the killing clerk came w'ye. 
O filly laffie, what will thou do ? 

If thou grow great, they'll heez thee hie. 
.Look to your fell, if Jock prove true : 

The clerk frae creepies will keep me free. 



SONG. 

To the Tune of, Lajl time I came o'er the moorl 

YE blytheft lads, and laiTes gay, 
Hear what my fang difclofes. 
.As I ae morning fleeping lay 

Upon a bank of rofes, j 

'Young Jamie whisking o'er the mead, 

By good luck chanc'd to fpy me ; 
He took his bonnet aft* his head, .,'; 

And faftly fat down by me. 

Jamie tho' I right meikle priz'd, jr ; 

Yet now I wadna ken him ; 
-But with a frown my face difguis'd, 

And ftrave away to fend him : 
But fondly he ftill nearer preft, :s '■ 

And by my fide down lying. 
His beating heart thumped fae faftg. 

I thought the lad was dying. ; ? 

J "But ftill refolving to deny, 

And angry paifion feigning, 
I aften roughly mot him by, 

With words full of difdaining, 

& Foar 



( 194 ) 



Poor Jaime bawk'd, nae favour wins, 

Went affmuch difcon tented j 
But I in truth for a 1 my fins, 

Ne'er haff fae fair repented. X 



The Cock Lair J, 

A Cock laird fou cadgie, 
jfjL With Jenny did meet, 
He haws'd her, he kifs'd her, 

And ca'd her his fweet. 
Wilt thou gae alang 

Wi' me, Jenny, Jenny? 
Thoufe be my ain lemmane, 

Jo Jenny, quoth he. 

If I gae alang w'ye, 

Ye maunna fail, 
To feaft me with caddels 

And good hacket-kail. 
The deel*s in your nicety, 

Jenny, quoth he, 
Mayna bannocks of bear-meal 

Be as good for thee. 

And I maun hae pinners, 

With pearling fet round, 
A skirt of puddy, 

And a wallecoat of broun^ 
Awa with fick vanities, 

Jenny, quoth he, 
For kurchis and kirtles 

Are fitter for thee. 

My lairdmip can yield me 
As meikle a year, 
As had us in pottage 

And good knockit beer : 



( i9S) 



But having nae tenants, 

O Jenny, Jenny, 
To buy ought I ne'er have 

A penny, quoth he. 

The borrowftoun merchants 

Will fell ye on tick, 
For we maun hae braw things, 

Abeit they foud break. 
When broken, frae care 

The fools are fet free, 
When we make them lairds 

In the abbey, quoth ihe. 



The Soger Laddie* 

MY foger laddie is over the fea, 
And he will bring gold and money to me ; 
And when he conies hame, he'll make me a lady, j 
My blefllng gang with my foger laddie. 

My doughty laddie is handfome and brave, 

And can as a foger and lover behave'; 
True to his country, to love he is Heady, 

There's few to compare with my foger laddie.' 

Shield him ye angels, frae death in alarms, 
Return him with lawrels to my langing arms. 

Syne frae all my care ye'll pleafantly free me, 
When back to my wilhes my foger ye gie me. 

O foon may his honours bloom fair on his brow, 
As quickly they muft, if he get his due : 

For in noble a&ions his courage is ready, 
Which makes me delight in my foger laddie. 



( *96 ) 

*The Archers March* 

SOUND, found the mufick, found it„ 
Let hills and dales rebound it : 
Let hills and dales rebound it, 

In praife of archery : 
Its origine divine is, 
The practice brave and fine is, 
Which generoufly inclines us 

To guard our liberty. 

Art by the God imployed, 
By which heroes enjoyed, 
By which heroes enjoyed 

The wreaths of victory* 
The Deity of Parnajfus, 
The God of foft careffes, 
Chafte Cynthia and her lafles, 

Delight in archery. 

See, fee yon bow extended I 
*Tis Jove himfelf that bends it, 
*Tis Jove himfelf that bends it, 

O'er clouds on high it glows. 
All nations, Turks and Parthians, 
The Tartars and the Scythians, 
The Arabs* Moors and Indians ', 

^With bravery draw their bows^ 

Our own true records tell us, 
That none cou'd e'er excel us, 
That none cou'd e'er excel us 

In martial archery ; 
With {hafts our fires engaging, 
Oppos'd the Romans raging, 
■Defeat the fierce Norwegian, 

And fpared.few Danes to flee. 



Witnefs 



( i97 ) 

Witnefs Largs and Loncartie, 
B it nke i and Aberlemny, 
Dunkel and Aberlemny, 

Rojline and Bannockburn, 
The Chlvlots ■ all the border, 

Where bowmen in brave order, 
Told enemies, if furder 

They mov'd, they'd ne'er return; 

Sound, found the mufick, found it,- 
Let hills and dales rebound it, 
Let hills and dales rebound it, 

In praife of archery. 
Us'd as a game it pleafes; 
The mind to joy itraifes, 
And throws of all difeafes 

Of lazy luxury. 

Largs, where the Norwegians, headed by their vafiatfl 
King Ha co, ware, Anno 1 263 , totally defeat by Al e x- 
ander It J. King of Scots; the heroickALEx anbe r$- 
great-fteward of Scotland, commanded the right wing. 

Lone ar tie, near Perth, where King K e n n e t h III. 
obtained the victory over the Danes, which was prin- 
cipally owing to the valour and refolution of the firil 
brave Hay, and his two fons. 

Dunkel, here, and in Kyle, and on the banks oi 
Tay, our great King Co rb re pus Galdus in three 
battles overthrew 30000 Romans in the reign of the 
Emperor Domitian. 

Aberlemny, four miles from Brechin, where King 
Malcolm II. obtained a glorious victory over the 
united armies of Danes, Norwegians and Cumbrians, 
Sec. commanded by Sue no King of Denmark, and 
his warlike fon Prince Canute. 

Rojline, about five miles fouth of Edinburgh •; where 
10000 Scots, led by Sir John Cumin and Sir Simon 
F r a z e r, defeat in three battles in one day 30006 of 
their enemies, Anno 1303. 

The battles of Bannockburn and Chlviot, Sec. are fb 
well known, that they require no notes. 

K 3 Nowj 



( 198) 

Now, now our care beguiling, 
When all the year looks fmiiing, 
When all the year looks frniling, 

With healthful harmony : 
The fun in glory glowing, 
With morning dew bellowing, 
Sweet fragrance, life, and growing, 
To flowers and every tree, 

*Tis now the archers royal, 
An hearty band and loyal, 
An hearty band and loyal, 

That in juft. thoughts agree. 
Appear in ancient bravery, 
Defpifing all bafe knavery, 
Which tends to bring in flavery 

Souls worthy to live free, 

Sound, found the mufick, found k^ 
.Fill up the glafs and round wi't, 
Fill up the glafs and round wi't, 

Health and profperity 
T' our great Chief and Officers, 
T' our Prefident and Counfellors : 
To all who, like their brave forbears, 

Delight in archery. 

The following SONGS to be fang in their proper 
Places on the ailing of the Gentle Shepherd, at 
each the page marked where they come in, 

SANG I. Thewawkingofthefaulds, 
Sung by Patie, Page I. 

MY Peggy is a young thing, 
Juft enter'd in her teens, 
Fair as the day, and fweetas May, 
Fair as the day, and always gay. 
My Peggy is a young thing, 

And I'm not very auld, 
Yet well I like to meet her at 
The wawking of the fauid. My 



( J 99 

My Peggy fpeaks fae fweetly, 
Whene'er we meet alane. 
I wifh nae mair, to lay my care, 
I I wiih nae mair, of a' that's rare. 
My Peggy fpeaks fae fweetly, 
To a' the lave I'm cauld ; 
But me gars a' my fpirits glow 
At wawking of the fauld. 

My Peggy fmiles fae kindly, 
Whene'er I whifper love, 
That I look down on a' the town, 
That I look down upon a crown, 
My Peggy fmiles fae kindly, 

It makes me blyth and bauld, 
And naithing gie's me fie delight, 
As wawking of the fauld. 

My Peggy fings fae faftly, 

When on my pipe I play j 
By a' the reft, it is confeft, 
By a' the reft, that fhe fings beft.' 
My Peggy fings fae faftly, 

And in her fangs are tald, 
With innocence the wale of fenfe, 
At wawking of the fauld. 



SANG II. Fy gar rub her o'er with Jlrae. 
Sung by Patie, p. 6. 

DEAR Roger, if your Jenny geek, 
And anfvver kindnefs with a flight, 
Seem unconcern'd at her neglect, 
For women in a man delight : 
But them defpife who' re foon defeat, 
And with a fimple face give way 
To a repulfe — then be notblate, 
Pufh bauldly on, and win the day. 

K 4 * %'hm 



( 2 00 % 

When maidens, innocently young, 

Say aften what they never mean, 
Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue, 

But tent the language of their een : 
If thefe agree, and me perfift 

To anfwer all your love with hate, 
Seek elfewhere to be better bleft, 

And let her figh when 'tis too late. 



SANG III. Pokvart on the Green, 
Sung by Peggy, p. 10. 

TH E dorty will repent, 
If lover's heart grow cauld, 
And nane her fmiles will tent, 

Soon as her face looks auld : 
The dawted bairn thus takes the pet, 

Nor eats, tho' hunger crave, 
Whimpers and tarrows at its meat, 

And's laught at by the lave ; 
They jeft it till the dinner's pair, 

Thus by it fell abused, 
The fool thing is oblig'd to fail, 

Or eat what they've refus'd. 



SANG IV. O dear Mother, whatjhalllddf 
Sung by Jenny, p. ir. 

ODear Peggy, love's beguiling, 
We ought not to truft his fmiling, 
Better far to do as I do, 

Left a harder luck betyde you. 
Laffes when their fancy's carried, 

Think of nought but to be married j 
Running to a life deftroys 

Heartfome, free, and youthfu' joys. 

SANG. 



(201 ) 

SANG V. How can I be fad on my Wedding day. 
Sung by Peggy, p. 12. 

HOW fhall I be fad when a husband I hae', 
That has better fenfe than any of thae 
Sour weak filly fellows, that fludy like fools 
To fink their ain joy, and make their wives fnools. 
The man who is prudent ne'er lightlies his wife, - 
Or with dull reproaches encourages ftrifej 
He praifes her virtues, and ne'er will abufe 
Her for a fmall failing* but find an excufe. 

SANG VI. Nanfy'jta the Green Wood gane. 
Sung by Jenny, p. 15. 

I Yield, dear laffie, you have won, 
And there is nae denying, 
That fare as light flows frae the fun, 

Frae love proceeds complying ; 
For a' that we can do or fay, 

'Gainft love nae thinker heeds us, 
They ken our bofoms lodge the fae, 
That by the heart-ftrings leads us. 



SANG VII. CauldKale In Aberdeen. 
Sung by Glaud or Simon, p. 18. 

CAULD be the rebel's call, 
OpprefTors bafe and bloody, 
I hope we'll fee them at the laft 

Strung a' up in a woody. 
Bleil be he of worth and fenfe, - 

And ever high his ibition, 
That bravely ftands in the defence 
Of confidence, king and nation; 

K 5 SANG 



( 202 ) 

SANG VIII. Mucking of Gpordy'sByer, 

Sung by Symon, p. 19. 

THE laird who in riches and honour 
Wad thrive, fhould be kindly and free, 
Nor rack the poor tenants, who labour 

To rife aboon poverty : 
Elfe, like the pack horfe that's unfother'd 

And burden 'd, will tumble down faint 2 
Thus virtue by hardfhip is fmother'd, 
And rackers aft tine their rent. 



SANG IX. Carle and the King come. 
Sung by Maufe, p. 24, 

PE G GY, now the king's come, 
Peggy, now the king's come, 
Thou may dance, and I mall ring, 

Peggy, fince the king's come. 
Kae mair the hawkies thou ihalt milk ? 
But change thy plaiding-c;at for filk, 
And be a lady of that ilk, 

Now, Peggy, fince the king's come. 



SANG X. Winter was cauld, and my claithing^ 
was thin. 

Sung by Peggy and Patie, p. 30. 
Peggy. 

WHEN firft my dear laddie gade to the green hilf^ 
And I at ew-milking firft feyd my young skill,. 
To bear the milk-bowie, nae pain was to me, 
When I at the bughting forgather'd with thee. 

Patie. 
When corn-riggs wav'd yellow, and blew hether- bells 
Bloom'd bonny on moorland and fweet riling fells. 

Nae- 



( 20 3 ) 

Nae blrns, brier, or breckens, gave trouble to me* 
If I found the berries right ripen'd for thee. 

Peggy. 
When thou ran, or wreflled, or putted the ftane, 
And came afF the viftor, my heart was ay fain : 
Thy ilka fport manly gave pleafure to me ; 
For nane can put, wreftle, or run fvvift as thee. 

Patie. 
Our "Jenny fings faftly the Coioden Broom-Know^ 
And Rofie lilts fweetly the Milking the eivs 5. 
There's few Jenny Nettles like Nanjy can fing, 
At Throw the wood laddie, Befs gars our lugs ring :'■ 
But when my dear Peggy fings with better skill, 
The Boat man, Tweed/ide, or the Lafs of the mill, 
'T is many times fweeter and pleafing to me ; 
For tJio' they fing nicely, they cannot like thee. 

Peogy. 

How eafy can laftes trow what they defire ? 
And praifes fae kindly increafes love's fire ; 
Give me ftill this pleafure, my ftudy fhall be 
To make myfelf better and fweeter for thee. 

SANG XI. By the delicious tvarmnefs of thy mouth. 

Sung by Patie and Peggy, p. 32. 

Printed in the Pastoral, and in this Mis- 
cellany, Vol. L Page 75. 



SANG XII. Happy Clown. 
Sung by Sir William, p. 35. 

HI D from himfelf, now by the dawn* 
He Harts as frefh as rofes blawn, 
And ranges o'er the heights and lawny 
After his blccting flocks. 

K. 6 Health- 



( 20 4 ) - 

Heathful, and innocently gay 
He chants , and whittles out the day j : 
Untaught to fmile, and then betray, 
Like courtly weathercocks. 

Life happy from ambition free, 
Envy and vile hypocrifie, 
Where truth and love with joys agree, 

Unfullled with a crime : 
Unmov'd with what diilurbs the great, 
In proping of their pride and Hate \ 
He lives, and unafraid of fate, 

Contented fpends his time. 



SANG XIII. Leith-Wynd. 
Sung by Jenny and Roger, p. 47, 

WE RE I affur'd you'll eonftant prove, 
You ihould nae mair complain, . 
The eafy maid befst with love, 

Pew words will quickly gain ; ■ 
For I muft own, now nnce ycu're free/ 

This too fond heart of mine 
Has lang,' a black-iole true to thee, 
Wifh'd to be pair'd with thine. 

Roger. 

I*in happy now, ah "! "let my head 

Upon thy bread recline ; 
The pleafure ftrikesme near-hand dead I 

Is Jenny then fae kind ? ■ • 

O let me brifs thee to my heart ! 

And rou.id my arms entwine : 
Delytful thought ; we'll never part ! 

Come prefs thy mouth to m>ne. - 



I 

SANG' 



SANG. XIV. OUr Bog^: 
Skng by Jenny, p. 48, 

WE L L I agree, ye're fure of me ^ 
Next to my father gae. 
Make him content to give ccnfent, 

He'll hardly fay you nay : 
For you have what he wad be at, 
And will commend you well, 
Since parents auld think love grows cauld. 
Where bairns want milk and meal. 

Shou'd he deny, I carena by, , 

He'd contradicl in vain. 
Tho' a' my kin had faid and fworn, 

But thee I will have nane. 
Then never range, or learn to change* 

Like thefe in high degree : 
And if you prove faithful in love,, , 

You'll find nae fault in me. 



SANG XV. Wat ye wha I met l y eft ran* 

Sung by Sir William, p. 54, 

NOW from mflicity, and love, 
Whofe flames but over lowly bum, 
My gentle fhepnera mull be crave, 
His foul mull take another turn : 
As the rough diamond from the mine, 

In breakings only fhevvs its light, 
'Till polilh.nr nas made it mine; 

Thus learning mak^s the genius bright. 



SANG 



( 206 ) 

SANG XVI. Kirk wad let me he. 
Sung by Pane, p. 63. 

DUTY and part of reafon, 
Plead ilrong on the parents fide, 
Which love fuperior calls treafon ; 

The ftrongeft muft be obey'd ; 
For now tho' I'm one of the gentry. 

My conftancy falfhood repells ; 
For change in my heart is no entry, 
Still there my dear Peggy excells. 

SANG XVII. Woes my heart that nvejbould '/under. 
Sung by Peggy, />. 67, 

SPEAK on — fpeak thus, and Hill my grief, 
Hold up a heart that's finking under 
Thefe fears, that foon will want relief, 

When Pate muft from his Peggy funder. 
A gentler face, and filk attire, 

A lady rich in beauty's blohom, 
A lake poor me ! will now confpire 
To Ileal thee from thy Peggy & bofom. 

No more the mepherd who excell'cl 

The reft, whofe wit made them to wonder, 
Shall now his Peggy's praifes tell, 

Ah ! I can die, but never fundex. 
Ye meadows where we often ftray'd, 

Ye banks where we were wont to wander,. 
Sweet fcented rucks round which weplay'd, 

You'll lofs your fweets when we're afunder. 

Again ah ! mall I never creep 

Around the know with filent duty, 
Kindly to watch thee while afleep, 

And wonder at thy manly beauty ? 

Hear 3 



( 2°7 ) 

Hear, heaven, while folemnly I vow, 

Tho' thou lhouldft prove a wandring lover. 

Throw life to thee I fhall prove true, 
Nor be a wife to any other. 



SANG XVIII. Tweed-fide. 
Sung by Peggy, p. 68. 

WHEN hope was quite funk in defpair> 
My heart it was going to break ; 
My life appear'd worthlefs my care, 
But now I will fav't for thy fake. 
Where'er my love travels by day, 

Wherever he lodges by night, ) 

With me his dear image fhall ftay, 
And my foul keep him e'er in fight 

With patience I'll wait the tong year, 

And iludy the gentleft charms ; 
Hope time away till thou appear, 

To lock thee for ay in thofe arms. 
Whilft thou waft a fhepherd, I priz'd 

No higher degree in this life ? 
But now I'll endeavour to rife 

To a height is becoming thy wife. 

For beauty that's only skin deep, 

Mult fade like the go wans of* May,, 
But inwardly rooted will keep 

For ever, without a decay. 
Nor age, nor the changes of life, 

Can quench the fair fire of love, 
If virtue's ingrain'd in the wife, 

And the husband have fenfe to approve. 

£ANG 



( 208 )■ 

SANG XIX. Bujb aboon TraquaiiV- 
Sung by Peggy, p. 70. 

AT fetting day and rifmg morn, 
With foul that ftiil mail love thee, 
I'll ask of heaven thy fare return* 
With all that can improve thee. 
Tllvifitoft the bir-ken-buih, - - 

Where iirft thou kindly told me 
Sweet tales of love, and hid my blufiv- 
Whilft round thou didlt enfold me. 

To all our haunts I will repair, 

By greenwood-fhaw or fountain ; 
Or where the fummer-day I'd mare 

With thee, upon yon mountain. 
There will I tell the trees and flowers. 

From thoughts unfeign'd and tender, ' 
By vows you're mine, by love is yours 

A heart which "cannot wander. 



SANG XX. Bonny gray efd Morn. 
Sung by Sir William, p, 74. 

THE bonny gray eyed morning begins to peep, , 
And daiknefs flys before the rifing ray, 
The hearty hyndilarts from his lazy lleep, 
To follow healthful labours of the day, 
Without a guilty fting to wrinkle his brow, 

The lark and the linnet tend his levee, 
And he joins their concert, driving his plow, 
From toil of grimace and pageantry free. 

While flutter^ with wine, or madden'd with lofs, 
Of half an eftate, the prey of a main, 
drunkard and gameller tumble andtofs, 
lining for talmnds and ilumber in vain. 

M 



( 20 9 ) 

Be my portion health and quietnefs of mind, 
Plac'd at due diiiance from parties and Hate, 

Where neither ambition, or avarice blind, 

Reach him who has happinefs link'd to his fate. 



On our Ladies being drejjed in Scots Mann* 
faftory^ at a Publick AfTembly. 

A SON G, 

To the Tune of, O'er the Hills and far away, 

LE T meaner beauties ufe their art, 
And range both Indies for their drefs* 
Our fair can captivate the heart 
In native weeds,, nor look the lefs. 
More bright unborrowed beauties mine, .. 

The artlefs fweetnefs of each face 
Sparkle with luftres more divine, 
When freed of every foreign grace. 

The tawny nymph on fcorching plains,. 

May ufe the aid of gems and paint, 
Peck with brocade and Tyrian ilains 

Features of ruder form and taint. 
What Caledonian ladies wear, 

Or from the lint or woolen twine, , 
Adorn'd by all their fweets, appear 

Whate'er wecan imagine fine. 

Apparel neat becomes the fair, 

The dirty drefs may lovers cool, 
. But clean, our maids .need .have no care, , 

If clade in linnen, filk, or wool. 
T 5 adore Myrtilla, who can ceafe ? 

Her aclive charms ourpraife demand, , 
Glad in a mantua, from the fleece; 

Spun by her own delighted hand.. 

Who can behold Califtcis eyes, 
Her.breaft, her cheek, and fnowy arms> 

And 



( 2I ° ) 

And mind what artifts can devife, 

To rival more fuperior charms ? 
Compar'd with thofe, the diamond's dull, 

Launs, fatins, and the velvets fade, 
The foul with her atractions full, 

Can never be bythefe betray'd. 

SAPHIRd, all o'er native fweets, 

Not the falfe glare of drefs regards, 
Her wit, her character completes, 

Her fmile her lovers fighs rewards, 
When fuch nrir. beauties lead the way, 

The inferior rank will follow foon ; 
Then arts no longer mall decay, 

But trade encourag'd be in tune. 

Millions of fleeces fhall be wove, 

And flax that on the valleys blooms, 
Shall make the naked nations love 

And blefs the labours of our looms ; 
We have enough, nor want from them, 

But trifles hardly worth our care, 
Yet for thefe trifles let them claim 

What food and cloth we have to fpare. 

How happy's Scotland in her fair I 

Her amiable daughters fhall, 
By acting thus with virtuous care, 

Again the golden age recal : 
Enjoying them, Edina ne'er 

Shall mifs a court ; but foon advance 
In wealth, when thus the lov'd appear 

Around the fcenes, or in the dance. 

Barbarity fhall yield to fenfe, 

And lazy pride to ufeful arts, 
When fuch dear angels in defence 

Of virtue thus engage their hearts. 
Bieft guardians of our joys and wealth, 

True fountains of delight and love, 
Long bloom your charms, fixt be your health, 

'Till tir'd with earth ye mount above. 

HARDY- 






(2XX ) 

HARDIKNUTE. 

A Fragment of an old heroic Ballad, 

I. 

STATELY ftept he eaft the wa, 
And ftately ftept he weft, 
Full feventy years he now had feen, 

With fcarce feven years of reft. 
He liv'd when Britons breach of faith 

Wrought Scotland meikle wae : 
And ay his fword tauld to their coft, 
He was their deadly fae. 

ir. 

Hie on a hill his caftle ftude, 

With halls and tours a hight, 
And guidly chambers fair to fee, 

Where he lodg'd mony a knight. 
His dame fae peirlefs anes and fair, 

For chaft and beauty deimt, 
Nae marrow' had in all the land, 

Save Elenor the Queen. 

III. 
Full thirteen fons to him ihe bare, 

All men of valour ftout; 
In bluidy fight, with fword in hand, 

Nyne loft their lives bot doubt ; 
Four yet remain, lang may they live 

To ftand by liege and land : 
Hie was their fame, hie was their might, 

And hie was their command. 
IV. 
Great love they bare to Fairly fair, 

Their filler faft and deir, 
Her girdle fhawd her middle jimp, 

And gowden glift her hair. 
What waefou wae her bewtie bred ? 

Waefou to young and auld. 
Waefou I trow to kyth and kin, 

As ftory ever tauld. The 



( 2X2 }•■ 

V. . . 
The King of Norfe in fummer tyde } . 

Puffc up with power and might, 
Landed in fair Scotland the ifle, 

With mony a hardy knight : 
The ty dings to-our gude Scots King 

Came, as he fat at dyne, 
With noble chiefs in brave aray, 

Drinking the blude-reid wyne. 

VI. 

" To horfe, to horfe, my royal liege,- 

<l Your faes fcand on the ftrand, 
6t Full twenty thoufand glittering fpears- 

" The King of Norfe commands. 
Bring me my feed, Madge, dapple gray, 

Our gude king raife and cry'd > 
A trujiier heaji in all the land, 

A Scots King never fey d. 

VII. 

Go, little page, tell Hardyknute, 

That lives on hill fo hie, 
To draw his /word, the dreid of feces s 

And'hafle and follow me. 
The little page flew fwift as dart 

Flung by his matter's arm, 
Come down, comedown, Lord Hardy knute, 

And redd your Kingfrae harm, 

vm. 

Then reid, reid grew his dark brown cheiks> 

Sae did his dark-brown brow j 
His looks grew keen as they were wont 

In dangers great to do ; 
He has tane a horn as green as grafs, 

And gien five founds fae fhrill, 
That trees in green wood fhook thereat, » 

Sae loud rang ilka hill. 

IX. 

His fons in manly fport and glie, 

Had paft that fummers morn, When 



( 2J 3 ) 

When lo ! down in a grafly dale, 

They heard their father's horn . 
That horn, quoth they, neer founds in peact^ 

We have other /port to. by del 
And Toon they heyd them up the hill, 

And foon were at his fyde. 
X. 
;Late, late yeftreen I nveind in peace 

To end my lengthned life,. 
My age might nveil excufe my arm 

Frae manly feats of ft rife ; 
But no<w that Norfe does -proudly boxft 

Fair Scotland to enthrall, 
Its neir be faid of Hardy knute, 

He fear d to fight or fall. 

XL 

; Robin of Rothfay, lend thy bo<z® 9 

Thy arrow fhoot fae lei I, 
Mony a comely countenance 

They have turnd to deidly pale : 
JBrade Thomas, tak ye but your lance s 

Ye neid nae weapons mair, 
iGif ye fight c weit as ye did anes 

'Gainfi We&mortend's fierce heir, 

■XII. 

Malcom, light of foot as flag 

That runs in forefl wyld, 
dGet me my thousands three of men 

Well bred to Jword and fhield; 
Bring me my horfe and harnifine, 

My blade of metial cleir. 
i f faes kend but the hand it bare, 

They foon had fled for fear. 

XIII. 

Farewell, my dame, fae pierlefs good P 

And took her by the hand, 
Fairer to me in age you feem, 

Than maids for bewty fattfd? 



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( 2I 4 ) 

My youngeft fon fall here remain 
To guard thefe Jlately tow'irs, 

And Jhut the filler bolt that keips 
Sae fajl your fainted bowirs. 

XIV. 

And firft (he wet her comely cheiks, 

And then her boddice green, 
Hir filken cords of twirtle twift, 

Weil plett with filver fheen ; 
And apron fet with mony a dyce 

Of needle-wark fae rare, 
Wove by nae hand, as ye may guefs, 

Save that of Fairly fair. 

XV. 
And he has ridden owre muir and moCs $ 

Owre hills and mony a glen, 
When he came to a wounded knight 

Making a heavy mane ; 
Here maun I lye, here maun I dye, 

By treacheries falfe Gyles ; 
Witlefs I was that eir gave faith 

To wicked ' <zv o mans fmyles. 

XVI. 

Sir knight, gin ye were in my bowir, 

To lean on filken feat, 
My ladys kindlie care you d prove, 

Wha neir kend deidly hate ; 
Hir felf wald watch ye all the day, 

Hir maids a deid of nicht; 
And Fairly fair your heart wald cheir, 

As fhe fiands in your fight. 

XVII. 

Arife, young knight, and mount your feid, 

Full towns the.fhynand day t 
Chufe frae my menxie whom ye- pleafe 

To lead ye on the 'way. 
With fmylefs look and vifage wan, 

The wounded knight reply'd, 



KM 



( 2'5 ) 

Kynd chiftain, your intent purfue, 
For heir I maun abyde. 

XVIII. 
to me nae after day nor night 

Can eir be fweit or fair, 
But foon bejzeath fame draping trie, 

Cauld death fall end my care. 
With him nae pleading might prevail | 

Brave Hardy knute to gain, 
With faireft words and reafon ftrang, 

Strave courteoufly in vain. 

XIX. 

Syne he has gane far hynd attowre, 

Lord Chattans land fae wyde, 
That lord a worthy wight was ay, 

When faes his courage feyd ; 
OfPiclij'h race by mothers fyde, 

When Picls ruld Caledon, 
Lord Chat tan claimd the princely maid, 

When he fav'd Piclifh crown. 

XX. 
Now with his fierce and ftalwart train. 

He reach' d a ryfing height, 
Whair braid encampit on the dale, 

Norfe army lay in fight ; 
Yonder, my valiant fons andfeirs, 

Our raging revers ivait 
On the unconquerd Scottifh fwaird, 

To try ivi thus thai r fate. 

XXI. 

Mak orifons to him thatfavd 

Ourfauls upon the rude, 
Syne bravely Jhavj your veins are filld 

With Caledonian bluae. 
Then furth he drew bis trufty glaive, 

While thoufands all arround, 
j Drawn frae their fheaths glanfl in the fun* 

And loud,the bougills found. 



( 2l6 ) 

xxn. i 

To join his king adoun the hill 

In haft his merch he made, 
•Whyle, play and pibrochs, jninftralfc melt 

Afore him ftately {trade. 
Tliryfe welcom valiant Jioup of <weir> 

Thy nations Jheild and pryde i 
Thy king nae reafon has tofeir 

When thou art by his fyde. 

XXIII. 
When bows were bent and darts were thrawn, 

For thrang fcarce could they flie, '' 

The darts clove arrows as they met, 

The arrows dart the trie. 1 1: 

?Lang did they rage and fight full fierce, 

With little skaith to man, 
But bludy, bludy was the held, 

Or that lang day was done. 

XXIV. L 

The king of Scots that findle bruikd 

The war that lookt like play, r 

Drew his braid fword, and brake his bow. 

Sen bows feimt but delay : ? 

Quoth noble Roth/ay, Myne Til ' keip, 

I nvate its bled a /core. 
Hajle up t my merry men t cry'd the king, 

As he rade on before. ? 

XXV. 

The king ofNorfe he.fought to find, 

With him to menfe the fight, 
But on his forehead there did light 

A fharp unfonfie fhaft ; 
As he his hand put up to find 

The wound, an arrow keen, 
O waefou chance ! there pinnd his hand 

In midfl between his een. 

XXVI. 
Jlpvenge, revenge, cryd Roth/ays heir $ 

Tour mail-coat fall nocht byde 



( 2I 7 ) 

The ftrength and fiarpnefs of my dart ; 

Then fent it through his fyde : 
Another arrow weil he markd 

It pierc'd his neck in twa, 
His hands then quat the filver reins, 

He laigh as eard did fa. 

xxvir. 

Sair hle'tds my leige, fair, fair he bkids. 
Again with might he drew 

And geilure dreid his fturdy bow, 
- Fail: the braid arrow flew, 

Wae to the knight he ettled at, 
Lament now, Quene Elgried ; 

Hie dames too waii your darlings fall* 
His youth and comely meid. 

xxvnr. 

Wake off", take ajfhis coflly jupe 

( Of gold weil was it twynd, 
Knit lyke the fowlers net through which 

His fteilly harnefs fhynd ) 
Take, Norfe, that gift frae me, and hid 

Him <venge the blude it heirs ; 
Say, if he face my bended bcvj, 

He fur e nae weapon fears. 

XXIX. 
Proud Norfe with giant body tall, 

Braid moulders and arms ftrong, 
Cryd, Where is Hardyknutefae famd, 

Andfeirdat Britains throne : 
The Britons tremble at his name, 

I foonfall make him wail 
That eir my fword <was made fae /harp, 

Saefaft his coat of mail. 

XXX. 
That brag his flout heart coud na byde, 
j It lent him youthful might : 
\ Tm Hardy knute this day, hecry'd, 
To Scotlands king I height, 
L 



T& 



( 2l8 ) 

To lay thee law as horfes hufe, 

My word I mean to keip. 
Syne with the firll ftrake eir he ftrake, 

He garrd his body bleid. 

xxxr. 

Norfe ene lyke gray gofehawks flaird wyl^ 

He fight with fhame and fpy te ; 
J)ijgracd is new ?ny far famd arm 

That left thee power to Jiryke ; 
Then gave his head a blaw fae fell, 

It made him doun to floup, 
As law as he to ladies us*d 

In courtly gyfe to lout. 

XXXIf. 
Full foon he raised his bent body, 

His bow he marvelfd fair, 
Sen blaws till then on him but damf 

As touch of Fairly fair : 
Norfe ferliet too as fair as he 

To fee his {lately look, 
Sae foon as eir he Jtrake a fae* 

Sae foon his lyfe he took. 

xxxm, 

Whair like a fyre to hether fet, 

Bauld Thomas did advance, 
A flurdy fae with lock enragd 

Up towards him did prance ; 
He fpurd his lieid throw thickeft ranks 

The hardy youth to quell, 
Wha frood unmov'd at his approach 

His furie to repell. 

XXXtV. 

Thatjhort hrcwnjhaft fae meanly trimd^ 

Looks like poor Scotlands Geir, 
But dreidfuli feiins the rtify poynt / 

And loud he leugh in jeir. 
Jft Britains blude has dimd itsjhyne, 

'Xhis poynt cut Jhori their vaunt i 



( 2I 9 ) 

Syne piercd the boafter's bairded cheik ; 
Nae time he took to taunt. 
XXXV. 

Short while he in his fadle Twang, 

His ftirrip was nae ftay, 
Sae feible hang his unbent knee, I 

Sure taken he was fey : 
Swith on the hardened clay he fell, 

Right far was hard the thud, 
But Tbomas look'd not as he lay 

All wakering in his blude. -J ' 

XXXVI. 

With cairles geflure, mynd unmov'd, 

On raid he north the plain, 
llis feim in thrang of fiercer! ftryfe, 

When winner ay the fame : 
Nor yet his heart dames dimpelit cheik, 

Coud meife fa ft love to bruik, 
Till vengeful Ann returnd his fcorn, 
Then languid grew his look. 

XXXVII. 

In thrawis of death, with wailowit cheik 

All panting on the plain, 
The fainting corps of warriours lay, 

Neir to aryfe again ; 
Neir to return to native land, 

Nae mair with bly thfom founds. 
To boaft the glories of the day, 

And (haw their fliyning wounds. 

xxxvin. 

On Norways coaft the widow'd dame 

May warn the rocks with teirs, 
May lang look owre the fhiples feis, 

Before hir mate appeirs. 
Ceife, Emma, ceife to hope in vais- 3 
I Thy lord lyis in the clay, 
The valiant Scots nae re-vers thole 

To carry lyfe away. 

L 2 There 



( 220 ) 



XXXIX. 

There on a lie whair Hands a crofs, 

Set up for monument, ■> 
Thoufands full fierce that fummers day 

Filld keen waris black intent, 
Let Scots, while Scots, praife Hardyknute> 

Let Norfe the name ay dreid, 
Ay how he faught, aft how he fpaird, 

Sal late ft ages reid. 

XL. 
Loud and chill blew weftlin wind, 

Sair beat the heavy Ihowir, 
Mirk grew the night eir Hardyknut* 

Wan neir his ftately tower ; 
His tower that ufd with torches bleife, 

To Ihyne fae far at night, 
Seimd now as black as mourning weid, 

Nae marvel fair he feight. 

XLL 

fere's nae light in my ladys bozvir f 

There's nae light in my hall ; 
fiae blink Jhynes round my Fairly fair, 

Nor Ward Jiands on my wall. 
What bodes it ? Robert, Thomas fay, 

Nae anfwer fits their dreid. 
Stand back, my fins, Til be your gyde 3 

But by they pail with fpeid, 

XLII. 

dsfafl as 1 haeffped ovjre Scotlmds faes, 

There ceiil his brag of weir, 
Sair (ham'd to mynd ought but his dame, 

And maiden Fairly fair, 
Black fear he felt, but what to fear 

He wiii not yet with, dreid ; 
Sair (hook his body, fair his limbs,, 

And all the warrior fled. 



The 



( "> ) 
The Braes of Yarrow. 

BUSK ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride, 
Busk ye, busk ye, my winfom marrow, 
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride, 
And let us leave the braes of Yarrow. 

Where got ye that bonny bonny bride, 
Where got ye that winfom marrow ? 
I get her where I durft not well be feen, 
Puing the birkson the braes of Yarrow. 

Weep not, weep not, my bonny bonny bride, 
Weep not, weep not s my winfom marrow, 
Nor let thy heart lament to leave 
Puing the birks on the braes oi Yarrow. 

Why does me weep, thy bonny bonny bride ? 
Why does file weep thy winfom marrow ? 
And why dare ye nae mair well be feen, 
Puing the birks on the braes of Yarrow ? 

Lang muft me weep, lang mull me, muft (he weep, 
Lang mull me weep with dole and forrow, 
And lang muft I nae mair well be feen 
Puing the birks on the braes of Yarrow. 

For me has tint her lover, lover dear, 
Her lover dear, the caufe of forrow, 
And I have flam the comelieft fwain, 
That ever pued -birks on the braes oi Yarrow. 

Why runs thy ft ream, O Yarrow, Yarrow, reid £ 
Why on thy braes heard the voice of forrow ? 
And why yon melancholious weeds, 
Hung on the bonny birks of Yarrow ? 

What's yonder floats on the rueful, rueful flood t. 
What's yonder floats r O dole and forrow, 
O 'tis the comely fwain I flew 
Upon the doleful braes of Yarrow'. 

L a Waft, 



( 222 ) 

Warn, O wafli his wounds his wounds in tears* 
His wounds in tears of dole and forrow, 
And wrap his limbs in mourning weeds, 
And lay him on the braes of Yarrow. 

Then build, then build, ye fitters fitters fad» 
Ye fitters fad, his tomb with forrow, 
And weep around in woful wife, 
His helplefs fate on the braes of Yarrow. 

Curfe ye, curfe ye, his ufelefs ufelefs mield, 
My arm that wrought the deed of forrow, 
The fatal fpear that pierced his breaft 
His comely breatt on the braes of Yarrow* 

Did I not warn thee not to, not to love, 
And warn from fight ? but to my forrow, 
Too rafhly bold, a ftronger arm 
Thou met'it, and fell on the braes of Yarrow, 

Sweet fmells the birk/ green grows, green grows the 
Yellow on Yarrows braes the gowan, ( grafs^ 

Fair hangs the apple frae the rock, 
Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan. 

Flows Yarrow fweet, as fweet, as fweet flows Tweed? 
,As green its grafs, its gowan as yellow, 
As fweet fmells on its braes the birk, 
The apple from its rocks as mellow. 

Fair was thy love, fair, fair indeed thy love, 
In flow'ry bands thou him didft fetter ; 
Tho' he was fair, and well belov'd again, 
Than me he never lov'd thee better. 

Busk ye, then burk, my bonny bonny bride,. 
Busk ye, then busk, my winfom marrow, 
Eusk ye, and loe me on the banks of 'Tweed, 
And think nae ma ir on the braes of Yarrow, 



How 



( 223 ) 

How can I busk a bonny bonny bride,, 
How can I busk a winfom marrow, 
How loe him on the banks of Tweed* 
That Hew my love on the braes ofYarrozvP 

Yarrow fields, may never, never rain, 
No dew thy tender bloflbms cover, 

For there was vilely kill'd my love, 
My love as he had not been a lover , 

The boy put on his robe?, his robes of green* 
His purple veft, 'twas my awn fewing, 
Ah ! wretched me, I little, little knew. 
He was in thefe to meet his ruin, 

The boy took out his milk-white, milk-white Heed, 

Unheedful of my dole and forrow, 

But e'er the toofal of the night, 

He lay a corps on. the braes of Yarrow. 

Much I rejoyc'd that woeful, woeful day, 

1 fung, my voice the woods returning, 
But Iang e'er night, the fpear was flown 
That flew my love, and left me mourning. 

What can my barbarous, barbarous father do s 

But with his cruel rage purfue me ? 

My lover's blood is on thy fpear ; 

How can'il thou, barbarous manj then woo me I' 

My happy fitters may be, may be proud, 
With cruel and ungentle fcoffing, 
May bid me feek on Yarrow's braes 
My lover nailed in his coffin. 

My brother Douglas may upbraid, 

And ilrive with threatning words to- move me. 

My lover's blood is on thy fpear, 

How canft thou ever bid me love thee ?. 

L 4 Yes,' 



( 224 ) 

Yes, yes, prepare the bed, the bed of love, 
With bridal meets my body cover, 
Unbar, ye bridal maids, the door, 
Let in the expected husband lover. 

Bat who the expe&ed husband husband is ? 
His hands, methinks, are "bath'd in flaughter. 
Ah me ! what ghaitly fpeftre's yon, 
Comes, in his pale fhroud, bleeding after ? 

Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him down, 
O lay his cold head on my pillow ; 
Take aff, take affthefe bridal weeds, 
And crown my careful head with yellow. 

Pale tho' thou art, yet bed, yet beft belov'd, 
O could my warmth to life reflore thee $ 
Yet lye all night between my breafts ; 
No youth lay ever there before thee. * 

Pale, pale indeed, O lovely, lovely youth I. 
Forgive, forgive fo foul a flaughter, 
And lye all night between my breafts, 
No youth Ihall ever lyQ there after. 

Return, return, O mournful, mournful bride; 
Return and dry thy ufelefs forrow, 
Thy lover heeds nought of thy %hs, 
He liss a corps in the braes of Yarrow. 



The End of the Second Volume. 




THE 

TEA-TABLE 

MISSELLANY. 



When ive behold her angel face. 

Or nvhen Jbe fings nvith heahenly grace, 

In ivhat nve hear and what ive fee>- 

Hotxi ravtjhing's the harmony ! 

No charms liks CeliaV voice furprife, 

Except the mufick of her eyes . Lansdown. 

Vol. III. 



SONG I. 

ANympli of the plain, 
By a jolly young Twain, 
By a jolly young fvvain, 
Was addrefs'd to be kind : 
But relentlefs I find 
To his prayers Ihe appear'd, 
Tho' himfelf he endear'd, 
In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and fweet, 
'As foon might perfwa'de her his paffion- to meet. 

How much he ador'd .her, 

How ' oft he implor'd h^r y 

How oft he implor'd her 

I cannot exprefs ; 

But he lov'dtoexceGy 

And {wore he would die,- 

IFfhe would not comply,- 
In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and fweet, 
As foon might oerfwade her his pafiion to meet! 

L 5 Whilg. 



( 226 ) 

"While blufhes like rofes, 

Which nature compofes, 

Which nature compofes, 

Vermilion'd her face, 

Wirh an ardure and grace, 

Which her lover improv'd, 

When he found he had mov'd, 
In a manner Co foft, fo engaging and fweet, 
As ibon might perfvvade her his pailion to meeg 

When wak'd from the joy,. 

Which their fculs did imploy,- 

Which their fouls did imploy ;. 

From her ruby warm lips,. 

Thoufand odours he fips, 

At the 'fight of her eyes 

He faints and he dies, 
In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and fweet, 
As foon might perfwade her hi-s paflion to mecu. 

But how they mall part^ 

Now becomes all the fmart, 

Now becomes all the fmart^ 

"Till he vow'd to his fair, 

That to eafe his own care, 

He would meet her again, 

And 'till then be in pain, 
In a manner fo foft fo engaging and fweet", 
As foon might perfwade her his paflion to meet. 



SONG IT. 

SEND home my long ftray'd eyes to me, 
Which ah ! too long ha\ e dwelt on thee 3 
But if from thee they've kujrn'd fuch ill,. 
To fweetly frnile, 
And then beguile, 
Keep the deceivers, keep them Mill. 

Send heme my harmlefs heart again, 
Which no unworthy thought eou'd {tain .5; 



But 



( 227 y 

But if it has been taught hy thine, 

To forfeit both 

Its word and oath, 
Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. 

| Yet fend me home my heart and eyes; 
That I may fee and know thy lies, 
And laugh one day perhaps when thou 
Shalt grieve for one 
Thy love will fcorn, 
And prove as falfe as thou art now. 



SO N G III. 

WHILST I fondly view the charmer, 
Thus the God of love J fue,. 
Gentle Cupid, pray difarmjier, 

Cupid, ifyouloveme, do: 
Of a choufand fweets bereave her, 

Rob her neck, her lips and eyes, 
The remainder flill will leave her 
Power enough to tyranize. 

Shape and feature, flame and pallion^ 

Still in every breaft will move, 
More is fupererrogation, 

Meer idolatry of love : 
You may drefs a world of Cbloes 

In the beauties (he can fpare ; 
Hear him, Cupid, who no foe is 

To your altars, or the fair. 

Foolifh mortal, pray be eafy, 

Angry Cupid made reply, 
Bo FIore!ia*s charms difpleafe you> 

Die then, fooliih mortal die : 
Fancy not that I'll deprive her 

Of the captivating ilore ; 
Shepherd, no, I'll rather give her 

Twenty thoufand beauties more. 

L 6 Were 



C 228 j 



Were Thrella proud and four, 

Apt 10 mock a lover's care ; 
Juftly then you'd pray that power 

Shou'd be taken from the fair : 
But tho' I fpread a blemifh o'er her,. 

No reliefin that you'll fnd ;■ 
Still, fond fhepherd, you'll adore her 

For the beauties of her mind. 



SONG IV. 

TE N years, like Troy, my ftubborn heart 
Withftood th' aflault of fonddefire ;. 
But now, alas ! I feel a fmart,. 
Poor I, like Troy, am fet on fire t 

With care we may a pile fecure, 

And from all common fparks defend v. 

But oh ! who can a houfe fecure, 
When the cceleftiai flames defcend. 

Thus was I fafe, 'till from your eyes 
Deit ruclive fires are brightly given ;. 

Ah ! who can fhun the warm furprife, 

Whenio ! the light'ning comes from heavem 



SONG V. 

WHILST I gaze on Chloe trembling*. 
Straight her eyes my fate declare j. 
Whenlhe fmiles I fear GiiFembling, 
When fhe frowns I then defpair. 
Jealous of fome rival lover, 

If a wandring look (he give ; 
Fain I would refolve to leave her,\ 
* But can fooner ceafe to live. 

Why ihould I conceal my pafTion a . 

Or the torments I endure ? 
\ will difclofe my inclination : 

Awful diflance yields no cure. 

Sort- 



( 22 9 ) 

Sure it is not in her nature, 
To be cruel to her flave ? 

She is too divine a creature 
To deflroy what ihe cm fave.- 

Hippy's he whofe inclination^ 

Warms but with a gentle heat : 
Never mounts to raging paffion, 

Love's a torment if too great. 
When the itorm is once blown over, 

Soon the ocean quiet grows j 
But a conflant faithful lover 

Seldom, meets with true repofe. 



SONG VI. 

MY days have been fo wond'rous free ? 
The little birds that fly, 
With carelefs eafe, from tree to tree,, - 
Were but as bleft as L 

Ask gliding waters, if a tear 

Of mine increas'd their ftream |. 
Or ask the flying gales, if e r er. 

I lent a iigh to them . 

But now my former days retire^ 

And I'm by beauty caught : "; 

The tender chains of fweet defire* • 

Are fixt upon my thought. 

An eager hope within my bread. 

Does every doubt controul ; , 
And lovely Nanfy ftands confeil. 

The favourite of my foul. 

Ye nightingales, ye twirling pines,. 

Ye fwains that haunt the grove,. 
Ye gentle ecchotSj breezy winds j 

Ye clofe retreats of love ; 

With all of nature, all of art, 

AfTift the dear defign, 
O teach a young unpradis'd heart, 

To make her ever mine. *f he 



f 230 ) 

The very thought of change I hate, 

As much as of defpair, 
And hardly covet to be great, 

Unlefs it be for her. 

>Tis true the pafiion in my mind 
Is mixt with Toft diftrefs ; 

Yet while the fair I love is kind, 
I cannot wifn it lefs. 



SONG VII. 

AL L in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, 
The ftreamers waving in the wind, 
When black-eyed Sufan came on board ; 

Oh ! where ihall I my true love find ? 
Tell me, ye jovial failors, tell me true, 
If my fweet William fails among the crew. 
William^ who high upon the yard, 

Rock'd with the billows too and fro ; 

Soon as her well-known voice he heard,, 

He figh'd, and caft his eyes below : 

The cordflides gently thro* his glowing hands, .- 

And quick as lightning on the deck he Hands. 

So the fweet- lark,, high pois'd in air, 
Shuts clofe his pinions to his breaft 
(If chance his mate's fhrill voice he hear ) 
And drops at once into her neft : 
The nobleft captain in the Britijb fleet 
Might envy William' % lips thofe kifTes {weet< 
O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear ! 

My vows mail ever true remain, 
Let me kifs off that falling tear, 
We only part to meet again : 
Change as ye Efi, ye winds,, my heart mall be 
Thefakhful compais that itill points. at thee. 
Believe not what the landmen fay, 

Who tempt with doubts thy conilant mind 5 
They'll tell, the failors when away, 
in evVy port a miilrefs find : Y(J 



( 2 3 » J 

Tes, yes, believe them when they tell thee Co 9 
For thou art prefent wherefoe'er I go : 

IF to fair India's coaft we fail, 

Thy eyes are feen in diamonds bright,- 
Thy breath is AfficJtk fpicy gale, 
Thy skin is ivory fo white ; 
Thus every beauteous object that I view* 
flakes in my foul fome charms of lovely Sue: 

Tho' battles call me from thy arms, 

Let not my pretty Sufan mourn, 
Tho' cannons roar, yet fafe from harms 
William mall to his dear return ; 
Eove turns afide the balls that round me fly, 
Left precious tears fhould drop from Sufatis eye. 

The boatfwain gave the dreadful word , 
The fails their fwelling bofom fpread, 
No longer mull: me flay aboard ; 

They kifs'd ; Ihe ligh'd ; he hung hishead 
Her leifening boat unwilling rows to land, 
Adieu, me cries ; and wav'd her lilly hand. 



SONG VIII. 

SWEET are the charms of her I love, 
More fragrant than the damask rofe, 
Soft as the down of turtle dove, 

Gentle as winds when Zypher blows^ 
Refreihing, as defcending rains 
To fun-burnt climes and thirfly plains. 

True as the needle to the pole, 

Or as the dial to the fun, 
Conftant as gliding waters roll, 

Whofe fweliing tides obey the moon 3 
From every other charmer free, 
My life and love ftiall follow thee, 
E The 



( 232 ) 

The lamb the flowry thyme devours^ 

The dam the tender kid purfues, 
Sweet Philomel, in fhady bowers 

Of verdant fpring, her note renews 5 
All follow what they moil admire, 
As I purfue my foul's defire. 

Nature mull, change her beauteous face 3 

And vary as the feafons rife ; 
As winter to the fpring gives place, 
Summer th' approach of autumn Hies r 
No change on love the feafons bring, 
Love only knows perpetual fpring. 

Devouring time, with ftealing pace, 

Makes lofty oaks and cedars bow ; 
And marble towers and walls of brafs 
In his rude march he levells low : 
But time, deftroying far and wide, 
Love from the foul can ne'er divide. 

Death. only with his cruel dart 

The gentle Godhead can remove, 
And drive him from the bleeding heart 
To mingle with the blefh above, 
Where known to all his- kindred train 3: 
He finds a lafting reft from paim 

Love and his lifter fair the foul, 

Twin-born from heaven together came 
Love will the univerfe conttoul, 

When dying feafons lofe theii name ; 
Divine abodes fhailown his power, 
When time and death iliall be no more. 



SONG IX, 

AIR Iris and her fwain ' 
Were in a fhady bower,. 
Where Tbirjis long in vain 
Had fought the happy hour, j: 



to 



( 2 33 ) 

At length his hand advancing 

Upon her fnowy Joreait, 
He fa id, O ! kifs me longer, 

Longer yet and longer, 
If you would make me blefh 
Iris. 
An eafy yielding maid 

By truitirig is undone, 
Our fex is oft betray'd 

By granting love too foon » 
If you defire to gain me, 

Your fufferings to redrefs, 
Prepare to love me longer, 
Longer yet and longer, 
Before ydu mail poffefs. 

Thirsis. 
The little care you mow 

Of all my forrows paft, 
Makes death appear too flow, 

And life too long to lad ; 
Oh his ! kifs me kindly, 

In pity of my fate, 
Fair Iris, kifs me kindly, 
Kindly flill and kindly, 
Before it be too late, 

In is. 
You fondly court your blifs, 
And no advances make j 
*Tis not for maids to kifs, 

But 'tis for men to take : 
So you may kifs me kindly, 

And I will not rebell, 
Tbir/is may kifs me kindly, 
Kindly Hill and kindly ; 
But never kifs and tell. 

Alternative. 
And may I kifs you kindly ? 

Tes you may kifs me kindly ^ 
And kindly ftill and kindly ? 
^nd kindly fiill and kindly. And. 



C 234 ) 



And' will you not rebell i 

And I nvill not rebell, 
Then, love, I'll kifs thee kindly, 

Kindly ftill and kindly 1 
But never kifs and tell. 



SONG X. 

AH ! bright Bellinda, hither fly. 
And fuch a light difcover, ' 
As may the abfent fun fupply, 
Andchear the drooping lover, 

Arife, my day, with fpeed anfe, 

And ail my forrows banifti : 
Before the fun of thy bright eyesy 

All gloomy terrors vanifn. 

No longer let mefigh in vain. 

And curfe the hoarded treafure : 
Why ihould you love to give us paini- 

When you were made for pleafure V 

The petty powers of hell deftroy ; 

To fave's the pride of heaven : 
To you the firit, if you prove coy ; 

If kind, the laft is given. 

The choice then fare's not to hard to make 3 

Betwixt a good and evil : 
Which title had you rather take^ 

My Goddejs, or, my de-uilf 



SONG XL 



FI E ! Liza, fcorn the little arts, 
Which meaner beauties ufe, 
Who think they ne'er feciue our hearts,. 
Unlefs they ftill refufe j 

Ar& 



( 2 35 ) 

fare coy and my ; will feem to frown^ 
To raife our pamon higher ; 

[But when the poor delight is known* 
It quickly palls delire. 

jCome, let's not trifle time away* 

Or ilop you know not why j 
Your blames and your eyes betray 

What death you mean to die ! 
Let all your maiden fears be gone, 

And love no more be croft ; 
Ah ! Liza, when the joys are known. 

You'll curfe the minutes paft. 



SONG XII. 

BE wary, my Celia, when Celadon flies, 
Thefe quits are the bane of your charms : 
Beauty, play'd againft reafon, will certainly lofe* 
Warring naked with robbers in arms. 

Young Damon, defpis*d for his plainnefs of parts* 
Has worth that a woman mould prize ; 

He'll run the race out, tho' he heavily ftarts, 
And dijiance the (hort-winded wife. 

Your fool is a faint in the temple of love, 
And kneels all his life there to pray ; 

Your wit but looks in, and makes haft to remove, 
'Tis a ftage he but takes in his way. 



SONG XIII. 

STF L L A and Flwvia every hour, 
Do various hearts furprife ; 
In Stella's foul lies all her power, 
And Flavians in her eyes. 

More boundlefs Flwvias conquefts are, 

And Stella's more confin'd : 
All can difcern a face that's fair,,. 

Eut few a lovely mind. Sulla?. 



( 236 ) 

Stella, like Britain's monarch, reigns 

O'er cultivated lands ; 
Likeeaftern tyrants, Flwuia deigns 

To rule o'er barren fands \ 

Then boaft, fair Flavia, boafl thy face, 

Thy beauties only flore : 
Thy charms will every day decreafe, 

Each day gives Stella more. 



.SONG XIV. 

4~\ F all the girls that are fo fmarc, 
\^J There's none like pretty Sally ; 
She is the darling of my heart, 

And (he lives in our alley,: 
There is no lady in the land 

Is half fo fweet as Sally; 
She is the darling of my heart, 

And fhe lives in our alley. 

Her father he makes cabbage nets, 

And thro' the ftreets does cry em § 
Her mother fhe fells laces long 

To fuch as p.leafe to buy 'em : 
But fure fuch folks cou'd ne'er beget 

So fweet a girl as Sally j 
She is the darling of my' heart, 

And flie lives in our ally. 

JW r hen fhe is by, I leave my worl^, 

I love her fo fincerely ; 
My matter comes like any Turk, 

And bangs me molt feverely ; 
But let him bang his belly full,. 

I'll bear it all for Sally ; 
She is the darling of my heart, 

And fhe lives in our alley. 

Of all the days are in the week, 
I dearly love but one day, 



AnJ; 



( 237 ) 



And that's the day that come betwixt 

The Saturday and Monday : 
For then I'm dreft all in my bell, 

To walk abroad with Sally, 
She is the darling of my heart, 

And fhe lives in our alley. 

My m after carries me to church, 

And often am I blamed, 
Becaufe I leave him in the lurch, 

As foon as text is named : 
I leave the church in fermon-time, 

And flinkaway with Sally ; 
She is the darling of my heart, 

And me lives in our alley. 

When Chriftmafs comes about again, 

O ! then I fhall have money ; 
I'll hoard it up, and bcx it all, 

And give it to my honey : 
And wou'd it were ten thoufand pound, 

I'd give it all to Sally ; 
She is the darling .of my heart. 

And fhe lives in our alley. 

My matter and the neighbours all 

Make game of me and Sally, 
And ( but for her ) I'd better be 

A Have and row a galley ; 
But when my feven long years are out, 

O ! then I'll marry Sally, 
O ! then we'll wed, and then we'll bed, 

But not in our alley. 



SONG XV. 

WOULD you have a young virgin of fifteen years, 
You muit tickle her fancy with fweet and dears, 
Ever toying and playing, and fweetly fweetly 
Sing a love-fonnet, and charm her ears ; 

Wittily 



( 2 3 8 ) 

Wittily prettily talk her down, 

Chafe her, and praife her if fair or browa ; 

Sooth her and fmooth her, 

And teafe her and pleafe her, * 

And touch but her fmicketj and all's your own. 

Do ye fancy a widow, well known in men, 
With the front of afturance come boldly on i 
J3e at her each moment, and briskly briskly 
Put her in mind, how her time deals on : 
Rattle and prattle altho* fhe frown, 
Roufe her and toufe her from morn to noon, 
And mew her fome hour 
You are able to grapple^ 
And get but her -writings, and all's your ow*. 

Do ye fancy a punk of a humour free, 
That's kept by a fumbler of quality, 
You muft rail at her keeper, and tell her tell her s 
That pleafure's befl charm is variety ; 
Swear her much fairer than all the town, 
Try her and ply her when Cully s gone, 
Dog her and jog her, 
And meet her and treat her, 
And kifs with a guinea, and all's your own. 



o 



SONG XVI. 

She. 
H love ! if a God thou wilt be, 
Dojuftice in Favour of me ; 
.For yonder approaching I fee, 
A man with a beard, 
Who, as I have heard, 
Hath often undone 
Poor maids that have none* 
With fighing and toying ? 
And crying and lying, 
And fuch kind of foolery. 



Fair 



{ 239 ) 

He. 
I&fr maid, by your leave. 
My heart does receive 
Strange pleature to meet you here s 

Pray tremble not fo, 

Nor offer to go, 
I'll do you no harm I fvvear, 
f 11 do you no harm I fvvear. 

She. 

-My mother is fpinningat home* 
My father works hard at the loom-, 
And we are a milking come ; 

Their dinner they want 5 
Then pray ye, Sir, don't 
Make more ado on't, 
Nor give us affront ; 
We're none of the town 
Will ly down for a crowri, 
Then away, Sir, and give us room; 

He. 

By Pb&bus and Jove, 

By honour and love, 

Pll do thee, dear fweet, no harm ; 
Ye' re as frefh as a rofe, 
I want one of thbfe j 

Ah ! how fuch a wife wou'd charm^ 

Ah ! how fuch a wife wou'd chanm 

She. 
And can you then like the old rule, 
Be conjugal, honeft and dull, 
And marry, and look like a fool > 
For I muft be plain, 
All tricks are in vain ; 
There's nothing can gain 
What you wou'd obtain, 
Like moving and proving 
By wedding, true loving. 
My lefTon I learnt at ichooU 



til 



C 240 ) 

He. 

Til do't by this hand, 
I've houfes and land, 
Eftate too in good free hold ; 
My deaf, let us joyn, 
It all fliail be thine, 
Befides a good puiTe of gold, 
Befides a good purfe of gold. 

She. 
You make me to blufh now, I vow, 
Ah me ! fhall I baulk my cow f 
Bat fince the late oath you have fwore, 
Your foul ihall not be 
In danger for me ; 
I'll rather agree 
Of two to make three : 
We'll wed, and well bed, 
There's no more to be faid, 
And I'll ne'er go a milking more. 



SONG XVII. 

MAIDEN, frefh as a rofe, 
Young, buxom, and full of jollity,, 
Take no fpoufe among beaux, 
Fond of their raking quality ; 
He who wears a long bum, 
All powder'd down from his pericrane, 

And with nofe full of fnufh, 
Snuffles out love in a merry vein : 

Who, to dames of high place, 
Does prattle like any parrot too ; 

Yet with doxies a brace 
At night pigs in a garret too ; 

Patrimony out-run, 
To make a fine ihow to carry thee 1 

Plainly, friend, thou'rt undone, 
If fuch a creature marry thee. 



Then, 



( m 1 

Then, for fear of a bribe, 
Of flattering noife and vanity, 

Yoak a lad of our tribe, 
He'll fhew the bell humanity.: 

Flamy thou wilt rind love, 
f ncivil as well as fecular ; 

But when fpirit doth move, 
We have a gift particular. 

Tho' our gravenefs is pride, 
That boobys the more may venerate* 

He that gets a good bride, 
Can jump when he's to generate ; 

Off then goes the difguife, 
To bed in his arms he'll carry thee i 

Then, to be happy and wife, 
Take yea and nay to marry thee. 



SONG XVIII. 

"f" AST Sunday at faint James's pray'rs, 
J I j The prince and princefs by, 
I, drefs'd all in my whale-bone airs, 
Sat in aclofet nigh. 

I bow'd my knees, I held my book, 

Read all the anfwers o'er ; 
But was perverted by a look, 

Which pierc'd me from the door, 

High thoughts of heaven I came to ufe, 

With the devouteft care ; 
Which gay young Strephon made me lofe. 

And all the raptures there. 

He wait to hand me to my chair, 

And bow'd with courtly grace j 
But whifper'd love into mine ear, 

Too warm for that grave place . 

Love, love, faid he, by all ador'd. 

My tender heart has won : 
But I grew peevilh at the word, 

Deftr'd he might begone. 

M He 



(242 ) 

$Te went quite out of fight, while I 
A kinder anfvver meant ; 

Nor did I tor my fins that day, 
By half fo much repent. 



SONG XIX. 

LOVE, thou art the beft of human pys s 
Our chiefeft happinefs below j 
All other pleafures are but toys, 
Mufick without thee is but noife, 
Beauty but an empty fhow. 

Heaven that knew beft what men ccu'd move, 
And raife his thoughts above the brute, 

Said, let him be, and let him love, 

That only muft his foul improve, 
Howe'er philofophers difpute. 



SONG XX. 

DESPAIRING befide a clear ftream, 
A fhepherd forfaken was laid ; 
And while a falfe nymph was his theme, 

A willow fupported his head. 
The wind that blew over the plain, 

. To his fighs with a figh did reply ; 
And the brook in return to his pain, 
Ran mournfully murmuring by. 

Alas ! filly fwain that I was ; 

( Thus fadly complaining he cry'd ) 
When firft I beheld that fair face, 

'Tvvere better by far I had dy'd : 
She talk'd, and I bleft her dear tongue, 

When me fmil'd, it was pleafure too great ; 
I liften'd, and cry'd when fhe fung, 

Was nightingale ever fo fweet ? 

jHow foolifh was I to believe, 

She could doat on fo Jowly a clowr^ 



Or 



( 243 ) 

l Or that her fond heart would not grieve, 

To forfake the fine folk of the town ; 
To think that a beauty fo gay, 

So kind and fo conftant would prove ; 
•Or go clad like our maidens in gray. 

Or live in a cottage on love ? 

What tho' I have skill to complain, 

Tho' the mufes my temples have crown'd* 
"What tho' when they hear my foft ftrains, 

The virgins lit weeping around ? 
•Ah Colin I thy hopes are in vain, 

Thy pipe and thy laurel refign, 
Thy fair one inclines to a, fwain, 

Whofe mufick is fweeter than thine. 

All you my companions fo dear, 

Who forrow to fee me betray'd, 
Whatever I fuffer, forbear, 

Forbear to accufe the falfe maid. 
Tho 1 thro' the wide world I (hou'd range, 

'Tis in vain from my fortune to fly i 
'Twas hers to be falfe and to change, 

'Tis mine to be conftant and die. 

If while my hard fate I fuitain, 

In her breaft any pity is found. 
Let her come with the nymphs of the .plain*' 

And fee me laid low in the ground : 
The lait humble boon that I crave, 

Is to made me with cyprefs and yew - y 
And when me looks down on my grave, 

Let her own that her ihepherd was tru«» 

Then to her new love let her go, 
And deck her in golden array ; 
Be fineft at every fine mow, 

And frolick it all the long day : 
While Co/in, forgotten and gone, 

No more (hall be talk'd of or feen, 
! Unlefs when beneath the pale moon, 
-His gholt mail glide over the green. 

M z tQKG- 



( 244 ) 

SONG XXI. 

TW AS when the feas were roaring, 
With hollow blafts of wind, 
A damfel lay deploring, 
All on a rock reclin'd. 
Wide o'er the roaring billows, 

She call a wilhful look ; 
Her head was crown'd with willows, 
That trembled o'er the brook. 

Twelve months were gone and over,' 

And nine long tedious days ; 
Why didft thou, vent'rous lover, 

Why didft thou truft the feas ? 
Ceafe, ceafe then, cruel ocean, 

And let my lover reft : 
Ah ! what's thy troubled motion, 

To that within my breaft ? 

The merchant robb'd of treafure, 

Views tempefts in defpair ; 
But what's the lofs of treafure. 

To lofing of my dear! 
Shou'd you fome coaft be laid on, 

Where gold and diamonds grow, 
You'd find a richer maiden, 

But none that loves you fo. 

How can they fay that nature 

Has nothing made in vain 5 
Why then beneath the water 

Do hideous rocks remain ? 
No eye thefe rocks difcover, 

That lurk beneath the deep, 
To wreck the wandring lover, 

And leave the maid to weep. 

All melancholly lying, 

Thus wail'd Ihe for her dear, 
Repay* d each blaft.with fighingj 

Each billow with a tear ; 



Whea 



( 245 ) 

When o'er the white waves {looping, 
His floating corps me fpy'd ; 

Then like a lilly droopirg, 
She bow'd her head, and dy'd. 



SONG XXII. 

REMEMBER, Damon, you did tell, 
In chaflity you lov'd me well i 
But now, alas ! I am undone, 

And here am left to make my moan : 
To doleful fhades I will remove, 

Since I'm defpis'd by him I love, 

Where poor forfaken nymphs are feen, 

In lonely walks of willow green. 

Upon my dear's deluding tongue. 
Such foft perfwa'five language hung, 
That when his words had filence broke, 
You vvou'd have thought an angel fpoke. 
Too happy nymph, whoe'er (he be, 
That now enjoys my charming he ; 
For oh ! I fear it to my coil, 
She's found the heart that I have loft. 

Beneath the fairefl: flower on earth, 
A fnake may hide, or take its birth ; 
So his falfe breaft, conceal it did 
His heart, the fnake that there lay hid, 
Tis falfe to fay, we happy are, 
Since men delight thus to enfnare ; 
In man no woman can be bleft, 
Their vows are wind, their love a j'eft* 

Ye Gods, in pity to my grief, 
Send me my Damon, or relief ; 
Return the wild delicious boy, 
Whom once I thought my fpring of joy : : 
But whii'ft I'm begging of this blifs, 
Methinks I hear you anfwer thus, 
When Damon has enjofd, he files. 
Who fees him, loves ; who loves him, dies. 

M 3 There's 



( 246 ) 

There's not a bird that haunts the grove>. 
But is a witnefs of my love : 
Now all the bleeters on the plain 
Seem fympathizers in my pain ; 
Eccho's repeat my plaintive moans ;-. 
The waters imitate my groans ; 
The trees their bending boughs recline, 
And droop their heads as I do mine. 



SONG XXIII. 

ON a bank befide a willow, 
Heaven her covering, earth her pillow* 
Sad Atnynta figh'd alone : 
From the chearlefs dawn of morning, 
Till the dews of night returning, 
Singing, thus me made her moan* 
Hope is banifh'd, 
Joys are vanifh'd, 
Damon my belov'd is gone. 

Time, I dare thee to difcover 
Such a youth and fuch a lover : 

Oh! fo true, fo kind was he J- 
Damon was the pride of nature, 
Charming in his every feature ; , 
Damon liv'd alone for me : 
Melting kifTes, 
Murm'ring bliiTes, 
Who lb liv'd and lov*d as we ? 

Never mall we curfe the morning, . 
[Never blefs the night returning, 

Sweet embraces to reftore ,• 
Never ihall we both \y dyings 
Nature failing, love fupplying 
All the joys he drain'd before : 
To befriend me, 
Death, come, end me, 
X^oveaad Damon m no more, 

fcONG; 



( 247 ) 

SONG XXIV. 

ALE XIS fhunn'd his fellow f\vams,- # 
Their rural fports and jocund drains, 

( Heaven guard us all from Cupid's bow » ) 
He loll his crook, he left his flocks, 
And wand'ring thro' the lonely rocks, 

He nourifli'd endlefs woe. 
T'he nymphs and fhepherds round him came, 
His grief fome pity, others blame ; 

The fatal caufe ali kindly feek : 
He mingled his concern with theirs, 
He gave them back their friendly tears, 

He figh'd ; but could not fpeak. 

Clorinda came among the reft, 
And fhe too, kind concern expreft, 

And ask'd the reafon of his woe ; 
ihe ask'd ; but with an air and Klein,- 
.As made it eafily forfeen, 

She fear'd too much to know. 

The fhepherd rais'd his mournful head, 
And will you pardon me, he faid, 

While I the cruel truth reveal ; 
Which nothing from my breaft mould tear, 
Which never mould offend your ear, 

But that you bid me tell. 

*Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, 
Since you appear'd upon the plain ; 

You are the caufe of ali my care : 
Your eyes ten thoufand dangers dart ; 
Ten thoufand torments vex my heart ; 

I love, and I defpair. 

Too much, JlextSy I have heard, 

'Tis what I thought, 'tis what I fear'd ; 

And yet I pardon you, me cry'd : 
Eut you fhall promife, ne'er again 
To breathe your vows, or fpeak your pain. 
He bow' d, obey'd, anddy'd. 

M 4 SONG 



( 2 4 8 ) 

SONG XXV. 

WH Y fo pale and wan, fond lover t 
Prithee, why fo pale ? 
Will, when looking well can't move her, 
Looking ill prevail ? 
Prithee, why fo pale ? 

Why fo dull and mute, young finner ? 

Frithee, why fo mute ? 
Will, "when fpeaking well can't win her & 

Saying nothing do't ? 

Prithee, why fo mute ? 

Quit, quit for fhame ; this will not mov^. 

This cannot take her ; 

$f ofherfelf me will not love, 

Nothing can make her v 

The devil take her. 



SONG XXVI, 

MY friend and I, 
We drank whole pifs-pote 

Full of fack up to the brim : 
1 drank to my friend, 

And he drank his pot, 

So we put about the whim ; 
Three bottles and a quart 
We fwallow'd down our throat, 

(But hang fuch puny fips as thefe j ) 
We laid us all along, 
With our mouths unto the bung, 

And tipp'd whole hogfheads off with e-sfe^ 

J heard of a fop , ■ . 

That drank whole tankards, 

Stil*d himfelf the prince of fots : 
But I fay now, hang 

Such Bly drunkards, 

Melt their flagons, break their pots. 

My 



( 2 49 ) 

My friend and I did join 
For a cellar full of wine, 

And we drank the vintner out of door ; 
We drank it all up 
In a morning, at afup, 

And greedily rov'd about for more; 

My friend to me 

Did make this motion, 

JJet us to the vintage skip : - 
Then we embark'd 

Upon the ocean, 

Where we foimd a Spanijh fhip 
Beep laden with wine, 
Which was fuperfine, 

The failors fwore five hundred tun; ; 
We drank it all at lea, 
E'er we came unto the key, 

And the merchant fwore he was quite undone. 

My friend, not having 

Quench'd his thirit, 

Said, let's to the vineyards hafte:- 
Straight then we faiPd 

To the Canaries, 

Which afforded juft a tafte ; 
From thence unto the Rhine, 
Where we drank up all the wine, 

Till Bacchus cry'd, Hold ye fots, or you die, 
And fwore he never found, 
Jn his univerfal round, 
* Such thirfty fouls as my friend and It 

Out fie ! crys one, 

What a beaft he makes him, 

He can neither ft and nor go :- 
Gut you beaft, you, 

You're much miitaken, 

When e'er knew you- a beaft drink fo ? 
*Tis when we drink the leaft, 
That we drink moil like a beaft j 

But when we caroufe it fix in hand j 

M 5 Tk 



g 2~5CT )t 



9 Tis then-, and only then, 
That we drink the moil like men, 
When we drink till we can neither go nor fland. 



SONG XXVII. 

LET foldiers fight for prey or praife,'. 
And money be the;mifcr's wiib,. 
Poor fcholars ftudy all their days, 

And gluttons glory. in their dim : 
^Tis tvine, pure nvine revinres fad fouls i: 
'Therefore fill us the ch earing bowls. 

Let minions marihal every hair, 

And in a lover's lock deligjit, , 
And artificialcolours wear : 

Pure wine is native red and white ■■■■; : 
fu 'wine, &c. 

The backward fpirit it makes brave, . 

That lively which before was dull » 
Opens the heart that loves to fave, 

And kindnefs flows from eups brim-full '5 : 
*Tis vvine, Sec. 

Some men want youth, and others health* - 

Some want a wife, and fome a punk, 
Some men want wit, and others wealth ; 

But they. want nothing that are drunk : 
3 Tis nvine, pure twine revives fad fouls > 
Therefore give us the c hearing bovols. 

■ <■." ' . ' ■ ■* 

SONG XXVIII. 

FArewell, my bonny, bonny, witty, pretty Maggy 9 
And a' the rofy lafTes milking on the down: : 
Adieu the flowry meadows, aft fae dear to Jocky, , 
The fports and merry glee of Edinboro-zo town : 
Since French and Spanijh louns ftands at bay, 
And valiant lads of Britain hold 'em play, 
My. reap -hook I maun caft quite away, 
And fight too like a man, 
^mong 'em for our royal queen Ame* . Each'- 



( 25"i ) 

Each carle of Irijh mettle battles like a dragon : 

The Germans waddle, and Uraddle to the drum ; 
Tlie Italian and the butter bowzy Hogan Mogan : 

Good-faith then, Scotijh Jocky mauna \y at hame : 
For fince they are ganging to hunt renown, 
And fwear they'll quickly ding auld Monfteur dowm, 
PI! follow for a pluck at his crown, 

To mew that Scotland can 

Excel 'em for our royal queen Anne, 

Then welcome horn Vigo, 

And cudgelling Don Diego, 

With ftrutting rafcallions, 

And plundering the galleons : 

Each brisk valiant fellow 

Fought at Rondondelloto, 

And thofe who did meet 

With the Newfound-land fleet % I 

When, for late fuccefTes, 

Which Europe confefTes, 
At land by our gallant commanders i : 

The Dutch in ftrong beer, 

Shou'd be drunk for a year, 
With their general's health in Flanders, 



SONG XXIX. 

THE ordnance a -board, 
Such joys does afford, 
As no mortal, no mortal, no mortal,- 
No mortal e'er more can defire : 
Each member rtpairs 
From the tower to the Hairs, 
And by water =whujb, and by water *wbujb s 
By water they ail go to fire. 

Of each piece that's a-fhore, 
They fearch from the bore ; 
And to proving, to proving, to- proving,'.'. 
To proving they go in fair weather i • 

M 6 Their 



( 252 )' 

Their glafles are large, 
And whene'er they discharge, 
There's a boo huzza, a boo huzza, a^(?huzza> 
Guns and bumpers go off together. 

Old Vulcan for Mars, 
Fitted tools for his wars, 
To enable him, enable him, enable him, 
Enable him to conquer the fafter : 
But Mars, had he been 
Upon our Woolwich green, 
To have heard boo huzza, boo huzza, boo huzza, 
He'd have own'd great Marlborough his mailer. 



SONG XXX. 

LEAVE off your foolilh prating, \ 
Talk no more of Whig and %orj> 9 
But drink your glafs, 
Round let it pais, 
The bottle fiands before ye, 

Fill it up to the top, 
Let the night with mirth be crown'd 5 

Drinlf about, fee it out, 
Love and friendship Rill go round. 

If claret be a bleffing, 

This night devote to pleafure ; 

Let worldly cares, 

And Hate affairs, 
Be thought on at more leifure : 

Fill i 4. up to the top, 
Let the night with joy be crownM, 

Drink about, fee it out, 
Love and fricndfhip flill go round. 

If any is fo zealous, 
To be a party-minion, 

Let him drink like me 3 
We'll foon agree, 
And be of one opinion : 



Fill 



. (253)- 

Fill your glafs, name your lafs,* 
See her health go fweetly. round,, 

Drink about, fee it out, 
Let the night with* joy be crown'd. 



S ON G XXXI. 

WE'LL drink, and we'll never have done, boys,. 
Put the glafs then around with the fun, boys. 
Let Apollo\ example invite us, 
For he's drunk every night, 
That makes him fo bright, 
. That he's able next morning to light us„ 

Drinking's a chriftian diverfion,- 
Unknown to Turk and the Berjian : 

Let Mahometan fools^ 

Live by heatheniih rules; 
And dream o'er their tea-pots and coffee ; 

While the brave Britons ling,, 

And drink'healths to their king, 
And a fig for their Julian ve&fophy. 



S O N G XXXII. 

WHILE the lover is thinking, 
With my friend I'll be drinking, 
And with vigour purfue my delight i 
While the fool is defigning 
His fatal confining, t * 

With Bacchus I'll fpend the whole nignt. 

With the God I'll be jolly, 

Without madnefs aird folly, 
Fickle woman to marry implore ; 

Leave my bottle and friend, 

For fo fooliih- an end ! 
When I do, may I never drmk more, 

SONG 



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SONG xxxnr. 

CE Lid, let net pride undo you, 
Love and life fly fwiftly on ', 
Let not Damon Hill purfue you, 

Still in vain, till love is gone : 
See how fair the blooming rofe is, , 

See- by all how juflly priz'd ; 
But when it its beauty lofes, 
See the wither'd thing defpis'd. 

When thefe charms that youth have lent you, 

Like the rofes are decay'd, 
Celia, you'll too late repent you, 

And be fore'd to die a maid ! 
Die a maid \ die a maid ! die a maid \ ' 

Celia, you'll too late repent you, 
And be fore'd to die a maid ! 



SONG XXXW. 

I'L L range around the ihady bowers, 
And gather all the fweeteft flowers i ■ 
I'll ftrip the garden and the grove, 
To make a garland for my love. 

When in the fukry heat of day, 
My thir fly nymph does panting ly, 

I'll haften to the fountain's brink, 

And drain the ftream that fhe may drink. 

At night, when me mall weary prove, 
A graffy bed I'll make my love, 

And with green boughs I'll form a made, , 
That nothing may her reft invade. 

And whilft diiTolv'd in fleep (he lyes, 
Myfelf mall never clefe thefe eyes j ; 

But gazing Hill with fond delight, 
111 .watch my. charmer all the night. 



And 



(255) 

end then, as foon as chearful day ; 
Difpells the gloomy fhades away,. 

F)rth to the foreft I'll repair, 
And find provifion for my fair, 
hus will I fpend the day and night, . 
Still mixing pleafure with delight i \ 
Regarding nothing I endure, 
So I caneafe for her procure. 

But if the maid whom thus I love, 

Shou'd e'er unkind and faithlefs prove, 

I'll feek fome diimal diftant more, 
And never think of woman more. 



S ON G XXXV. 

TH O' cruel you feem to my pain, 
And hate me becaufe I am true i 
Yet, Phillis, you- love a falfe fwain, 

Who has other nymphs in his view* 
Enjoyment's a trifle to him, 

To me what a .heaven it would be ; ; 
To him but a woman you feem, 
But ah ! you're an angel to me : 

Thofe lips which he touches in hafte, 

To them I for ever could grow, 
Still clinging around that dear waift, 

Which he fpanns as befide him you go 5. 
That arm, like a lilly fo white, 

Which over his moulders you lay, - 
My bofom could warm it all night, 

My lips they would prefs it all day. 

Were Hike a monarch to reign, 

Were graces my fubje&s to be, 
VA leave them, and fly to the plain a 

To dwell in a cottage with thee. 
But if I mult feel thy difdain, 

If tears cannot cruelty drown, ■■., 
Q ! let me not live in this pain, 

But give m y death in a frown* SONG 



F 



(256) 

SONG XXXI. 

.ROM rofy bowers, where fleeps the god of lovc,v 
/ Hither, ye little waiting Cupids, fly ; 
Teach me, in fort- melodious fong, to move 

With tender paflion my heart's darling joy ; 
Ah ! let the foul of mufick tune my voice, 
To win dear Strephon, who my foul enjoyjs. 

Or if more influencing 
Is,, to ba brisk and airy, 
With a fiep and a bound, 
And a frisk from the ground, 
I'll trip like any fairy : 
As once on Ida dancing, 
Were three celeftial bodies; 
With an air and a face, 
And a ihape and a grace, 
Let me charm like beauty's goddefs. 

Ah ! ah ! 'tis in vain, 'tis all in vain, 
Death and defpair muft end the fatal pain ; 
Gold defpair, difguis'd like mow and rain, 
Falls on my breait; black winds in tempeits blow :* 
My veins all fhiver, and my fingers glow ', 
My pulfe beats a dead march for loft repofe, 
And to a folid lump of ice my poor fond heart is froze. • 

Or fay, ye powers, my peace to crown. 
Shall I thaw my fell", or drown 

Amongft the foaming billows^ 
Increafing all with tears I fried ; 

On beds of Ooze and chriftal -pillows- ' : 
Lay down my love-fick head. ? 

No, no, I'll ftraight run mad, 
That foon my heart will warm; 

When once the fenfe is fled, 
Love has no power to charm : 

Wild thro' the woods I'll fly, 
My robes and locks fhall thus be tore ; ' 

A thoufand thoufand deaths I'll die, 
£'er thus in vain ! e'er thus in vain adore. 

SON£ 



( 259 } 

{But Phillh did recover 

Much fooner than the fwain j 
jlShe blufhing, ask'd her lover, 

Shall we not kifs again ? &c. 

Thus love his revel:? keeping, 
1 Till nature at a ftand, 
JFrom talk they fell to lleeping, 
J Holding each others hand, tsfc. 



IS 



SONG XLII. 

E E, fee, my Serapbina comes, J^ 
Adorn'd with every grace ; \ 

Look, Gods,, from your celeftial donuv 
And view her charming face. 

Then fearch, and fee if you can find* 

In all your facred groves, 
A nymph or goddefs fo .divine,.. 

As fhe whom Strepbon loves. 



SONG XLIIL 

She. 

PR AY now, Jobn, let Jug prevails 
Doff thy fword, and take a flail i , 
Wounds and blows, and fcorching heat,. 
Will abroad be all youll get. 
He. 
'Sounds ! you are mad, ye fimple jade, 
Begone, and don't prate. 

She. 
How think ye I mall do, 

With Hob and Sue, 
And all our brats when wanting you ? 

He. 
When I am rich with plunder,.. 
Thou my gain mail mare* 



Uyi 



( 26o ) 

She. 
My ftiare will be but fmall, I fear, 
When bold dragoons have been pickering there 5 
And the flea flints the Germans ftrip 'em bare, 
He. 
Mind your fpinning, 
Mend your finnen, 
Look to your cheefe you, 
Your pigs and your geefe too, 
She. 
No, no, I'll ramble out with you, 
He. 
Blood and fire, if you tire 

Thus my patience, 
With vexations and narration^ 
Thumping, thumping, thumping 

Is the fatal word, Jtf$* 
She. 
Do, do, I'm good at thumping too. 

He. 
Morbleau ! that huff mall never do. 

She. 
Come, come, John, let's bufs and be friencj^ 
Thus Hill, thus love's quarrel ends ; 
I my tongue fometimes let run, 
But alas ! I foon have done. 

He. 

'Tis well you're quafh'd, 
You'd elfe been thrafh'd, 
Sure as my name is John. 

She. 
Yet fain I'd know for what 
You're all fo hot, 
To go to fight where nothing's got. 
He. 

Fortune will prove kind, 
And we lhall then grow great. 

Grow' 



( m ) 

Sh e. 
Grow great ! 
And want both drink and meat, 
jknd coin, unlefs the pamper -d French you beat 
! Ah John ! take care John ! 

And learn more wit. 

He. 
Dare you prate ftill, 
At this rate ftill, 
And like a vermin, 
Grudge my preferment. 
She. 
i|i r ou , ll beg, or get a wooden kg. 
He. 
Nay, if bawling, catterwawling, 
Tittle tattle, prittle prattle, 
Still mull rattle ; 
iril be gone, and ilraight aboard. 

She. 
JDo, do, and fo mail Hob and Sue, 
\jug too, and all the ragged crew. 



SONG XLIV. 
He. 

Since times are fo bad, I mull tell thee, fweet heart, 
I'm thinking to leave off my plough and my cart, 
j And to the fair city a journey I'll go, 
\ To better my fortune as other folks do, 
Since fome have from ditches, 
And coarfe leather breeches, 

Been rais'd to be rulers, 
And wallow'd in riches, 
Pray thee, come, come, come, come from thy wheels 

For if the gipiles don't lie, 
I (hall be a governor too e'er I die. 

She. 
Ah Qolin ! by all thy late doings I find, 
With forrow and trouble, the prjde of thy mind i 

Oar 



( 262 ) 

Our fheep now at random diforderly ran, 
And now Sundays jacket goes every day on J 
Ah ! what do'it thou, what do'ft thou, what do'il thoV 
mean ! 

He. 
To make my Ihoes clean, 
And foot it to court to the king and the queen, 
Where, mewing my parts, I preferment mall win. 

She. 
Fie ! 'tis better for us to plough and to fpin ; 
For, as to the court, when thou happen'il to try, 
Thou'll find nothing got there, unlefs thou carfil buy 5 
For money, the devil and all's to be found, 
Eut no good parts minded without the good pound* 

He. 
Why, then Til take arms, and follow alarms, 
Hunt honour, that now a- days plaguely charms* 

She. 
And fo lofe a limb by a mot or a blow, 
Andcurfe thy felf after for leaving the plough^ 
He. 
-Suppofe I turn gameiler ? 

She. 
So cheat and be bang'd. 

He. 
What think'ft of the road then f 

She. 
The high way to be hang'd. 
He. 
Nice pimping howe'er yields profit for life ; 
Til help fome fine lord to another's fine wife. 

She. 
That's dangerous too amor.gft the town crew : 
For fome of them will do the fame thing by you ; 
And then to cuckold ye may be drawn in ; 
Faith, Co/in, 'tis better I fit here and fpin. 

He. 
Will nothing prefer me, what think'it. of the law ? 

Sh e. 
Oh ! while you live, Goli/t, keep out of that paw. 

ru 



( 2&3 ) 

He. 
Til cant and I'll pray. 
Sh e. 
Ah ! there's nought got that way ; 
There's no one minds now what theie black cattle fay, 1 
Let all our whole care be our farming affair. 

He. 
To make our corn grow, and our apple-trees bear, 

Both. 
Ambition^ a trade no contentment can mowy 
She. 
So Til to my diftaff. 

He. 
And HI to my plow. 
Both Agaiji, 
Let all our whole care, &c. 



w 



SONG XLV. 

He. 
HERE oxen do low, 
And apple-trees grow ; 
Where corn is fown, 
And grafs is mown ; 
jPate give me for life a place. 
She. 
Where hay's well cock'd, 
And udders are ftroak'd ; 
Where duck and drake 
Cry, quack, quack, quack | 
Where turkeys lay eggs, 
And fwine fuckle pigs ; 
,€>h ! there would I pafs my days. 
He. 
On nought we will feedj, 
But what we can breed ; 



And 



(■26 4 ) 



She. 
And wear on our backs 
The wool of our flocks ; 
And tho 1 linnen feel 
Rough, fpun from the wheel, 
*Tis cleanly tho' coarfe it comes. 

He. 

Town follys and cullys, 
And mollys and dolly s, 
For ever adieu^ and for ever-: 

She. 
Artdt>eaux, that in boxes 
Lye fmugg'ling their doxies, 
With wigs that hang down to their bums. 
He. 
Good b'uye to the mall, 
The park and canal, 
St. James?, fquare, 
And flaunters there, 
t The gaming-houfe too, 
Where high dice and low 
Are manag'd by all degrees. 
Sh e. 
Adieu to the knight 
Was bubled laft night, 
That keeps a blowze, 
And beats his fpoufe, 
And then in great hafle, 
To pay what he'as loft, 
Sends home to cut down his trees . 
He. 
And well fare the lad 
Improves ev'ry clod, 
Who ne'er fets his hand 
To bill or to bond : 

She. 
Nor batters his flocks 
For wine or the pox, 
To choufe him of half -his days. 



B*t 



(26 5 ) 



Wf 



He. 

But fiftiing and fowling, 

And hunting and bowling. 

His paftime is ever and ever. 
Sh,s. 

Whofe lips when ye bufs 'em, 

Smell like the bean bloffom ; 
j Oh ! he it's ihall have my praife. 
He. 

To taverns, where goes 

Sow'r apples and floes, 

A long adieu ! 

And farewell too 

The houfe of the great, 

Whofe cook has no meat, 
And butler can't quench my thirft. 
She. 

Farewell to the change, 

Where rantipoles range ; 

Farewell coid tea, 

And ratafie, 

Hide-park, where pride 

In coaches ride, - 
Altho' they be choak'd with dak. 
He. 

Farewell the law gown, 

The plague of the town, 

And foes of the crown, 

That hhou'd be run down : 
She. 

With city jack-daws, 

That make (lapis laws. 
To meafure by yards and ells. 
He. 

Stock-jobbers and fwcbbers, 

And packers and tackers, 

For ever adieu, and for ever : 

We know what you're doing ; 

And home we are going ; ' - 
And fo you may -ring your bells, 

' N SONG 



( 266 ) 



SONG XL VI. 

He. 

OF all comforts I mifcarried, 
When I play'd the fot and married, 
'Tis a trap there's none need doubt on't 
Thofe that are in, wou'd fain get out on'to 

She. 
Fie ! my dear, pray come to bed, 
That napkin take, and bind your head, 
Too much drink your brains have dos'd, 
You'll be quite altei'd when repos'd. 

He. 
'(Dons F *tis all one if Pm up or ly down, 
For as foon as the ccck crows I'll be gone. 

She. 
*Tis to grieve me, thus you leave me, 
Was I, was I made a wife to ly alone i* 

He. ' 
From your arms myfelf devorcing, 
i this morn muil ride a courfing, 
A fport that far excells a madam, 
Or all the wives have been fince Adaqi. 

She. 
I, when thus I've loft my due, 
Mull hug my pillow wanting you ; 
And whilft you tope it all the day, 
Regale in cups of harmlefs tea. 

He. 
Pox, tvhat care I ! drink your flops till you die ; 
Yonder's brandy will keep me a month from home. 

She. 
If thus parted, I'm broken hearted ; 
When I, when I fend for you, my dear, pray, come, 

He. 
E'er I be from rambling hindred, 
I'll renounce my fpoufe and kindred j 
To be ibber I've no leifure, 
WiiaVs a man without his pleafure £ 

To 



( *6 7 ) 

She. 
To my grief then I mult fee, 
Strong wine and Nantz my rivals be i 
Whilit you caroufe it with your blades, 
Poor I fit Hitching with my maids. 

He. 
'Sounds ! you may go to your gofTops, you know, 
And there, if you meet with a friend, pray do. 

Sh e. 
Go, ye joker, go, provoker, 
Never, never mail I meet a man like you. 



SONG XL VII. 

PRETTY parrot, fay, when I was away, 
And in dull abfence part the day, 
What at home was doing ? 
With chat and play 
We ivere gay, 
Night and day, 
Good chear and mirth renewing ; 
Ringing laughing all, like pretty pretty poll. 

Was no fop fo rude, boldly to intrude, 
And like a faucy lover wou'd 

Court and teafe my lady ? 
A thing you know, 

Made for JhoWy > 

Call d a beau, 
Near her nvas ahvays ready, 
Ever at her call, like pretty pretty poll. 

Tell me with what air, he approach'd the fair fl 
And how {he could with patience bear, 
All he did and utter'd ? 
Heftilladdreffd, 
Still carefsd, 
Kifs'd a?td prejTdy 
Sung, prattfd, laugljd and flutter" d ; 
Well received in all, like pretty pretty polL 

N 2 Did 



( 268 ) 

Did he go away, at the clofe of day. 
Or did he ever ufe to ilay, 

In a corner dodging •? 

The want of light ^ 

When "'twas night , 

Spoil' d my fight •; 

But I believe his lodging 

Was within her call, like pretty pretty poll. 



SONG XLVIII. 

Sung by Pinkanello, merry Andrew to Leverigo the 
Mountebank Doctor. 



3ti 



ERE are people and fporta/ 
Of ail fizes and forts, 
Coach'd damfel and /quire, 
And mob in the mire, 
tarpaulins, Trugmallions, 
Lords, ladies, lows babies, 

And loobies in fcores ; 

Some hawling, feme bawling, 
Some leering, fome fleering, 
Some loving, fome moving, 

With legions of furbelovv'd whores; 
To the tavern fome go, 
And fome to a fhow, 
See popets for mopets, 
Jack puddens for cuddens, 
Rope dancing, mares prancing, 
Boais flying, Quacks lying, 
Pick pockets, pick plackets, 

Beafts, Butchers and Beaux. 

Fops prattling, dice rattling, 
Rooks maming, Putts darning, 
Whores painted, Masks tainted 

In taly-roaris furbelow'd cloaths. 

The mob's joys woifd ye know, 
fo yon muiick-houie go, 



See 



( *6~9 ) 



lors. 



See fay/ors and failo 
Whores oily and doily, 
Hear muiick makes you fick j 
Same skipping fome. tripping, 
Some fmoaking, fome joaking,- 

Uke fpiggit and tap; 

Short meafure, ftrange pleafure, 
Thus billing and fwilling, 
Some yearly get fairly 

Vox fairings, pig pork and a clap. 



The Second Part. 

SE E, Sirs, fee here ! a Doctor rare, 
Who travels much at home ! i 
Here take my bills, they cure all ills, 

Patt, prefent, and to come ; 
The cramp, the flitch, the (quirt, the iclv 

The gout, the ftone;,. the- pox, 
The mulligrubs^ the wanton ierub^ 
And ail Pandora's box : 
Thoufands I've diffe6ted, 
Thoufandsnew ere&ed, 
And fuch cures effe&ed,. 
As none e'er can tell ; 

Let the palfie (Sake ye, 
Let the cholick rack ye, 
Let the crinkrums break ye, 
Let the murain take ye, 
Take this, take this, aad you are well r 
"Thoufands ', &C. 

Come ivits (o keen, devour'd with fpleen p ^ 

And beaux who've fprain'd your backs,- 
Great-belly'd maids, old founder'd jades, 

And pepper'd vizard cracks ; 
I foon remove the pains of love, 

And cure the amorous maid, 
The hot, the cold, the young, the old 

The living and the dead ; 

N 3 J clear 



( 27° > 

I clear the lafs with wainfcot-face,. 

And from pim-ginets free 
Plump ladies red iike Saracens head 

With toping ratafee. 
This, with a jirk, will do your work,. 

And fcour you o'er and o'er ; 
Read, judge, and try - 3 and if you die s 

Never believe me more. 



SONG XLIX. 

OH I the charming month of May? 
When the breezes 
Fan the trees, is 
Full of blofToms frefh and gay : 
Oh ! the charming month of May, 
Charming charming month ofMny. 

Oh ! what joys our profpe&9 yield, 

When in new livery 

We fee every 
Bulb and meadow, tree and field ; 
Oh! what, joy, &c. Charming joys, %& 

Qh ! how frefh the morning air, 

When the Zyphers 

And the heifers 
Their odorif'rous breath compare : 
0h ! kowfrejh, &c. Charming frejh t &C» 

Oh h how fweet at night to dream, 

On mofly pillows, 

By the trillows 
Of a gentle purling ftream, 
Ok f ho<w fweet, &C. Charming Jure/, &Q> 

H'Oh ! how kind the country lafs, 
Who, her cow bilking, 
Leaves her milking 
For a green- gown on the grafs I 
Oh / how kind. &C Charming kind. &sc, 

Oh !■ 



( 2 7 ' ) 

Oh ! how fweet it is to fpy, 

At the conclufion, 

Her deep confufion, 
Blaming cheeks and down-caft eye : 
Oh ! bowfweet, &c. Charming fweet, &G 

Oh ! the charming curds and cream, 

When all is over, 

She gives her lover, 
Who on the skiniino-diih carves hei name. 
Oh ! the charming curds and cream, 
■Charming charming, &C. 



SONG L. 



CUP IB, God of pleafmg anguim, &. 

Teach th' enamour'd fwain to languiih, 
Teach him fierce defires to know. 
Heroes wou-d be loll in ilory, 
Did not love infpire their glory, 

Love does all that's great below. 






m i .ii ' hilw 



SONG LI. 

MY Chloe, why do ye flight me, 
Since all you ask you have ? 
No snore with frowns affright me, 

Nor ufe me like a Have : 
Good nature to difcover, 
Ufe well your faithful lover, 
I'll be no more a rover, 
Eat conftant to my grave. 

Could we but change condition?, 

My grief would all be flown ; 
Were I the kind phyfician, 

And you the patient grown : 
All own you're vvond'rous pretty, 
Well map'd, and alfo witty, 
En fore' d with generous pity, 

Then make my caie your own. 

N 4. The 



( 2 7 2 > 

The filver fwan, when dying, 

Has moil melodious lays, 
Like him, when life is flying; 
In fongs I'll end my days : 
But know, thou cruel creature,. 
My foul mall mount the fleeter, 
And I ihall fmg the fweeter, 
By warbling forth thy praife. 



SONG LIL 

IN this grove my Strepho* walkt, 
Here he l'cv'd, and there he talkt i 
Here be lonfd, Sec. 
In this place hislofs I prove, 
A fad remembrance of our love. 
Oh J fad remembrance of our love. 

In this grove my Strephon ftray'd, 
Here he fmil'd, and there betray 'd \ 
Herehefmitd, Sec. 
Every whifpef ing breeze can tell, 
How I, poor I believing, fell ; 
Ah ! by too foon believing, fell. 

By this fiream my Strephon mov'd, 
Here he fung, and there he lov'd j 
Mere he fung y &C. 
Every ftream and every tree. 
Cries out, perfdieus cruel he, 
And helplefs poor foifaken fhe* 

On this bank my Strephon lean'd, 

A lovely foe, but faithlefs friend ; 

A lovely foe, Sec. 

Ye verdant b'nks, each ftream and grove, 

Once joyous fcenes, now difmal prove, 

Since Strephorfs falfe to me and love. 



SONG> 



( 2 73 ) 

SONG LIII. 

TRANSPORTED with pleafure,". 
I gaze on my treafuie, ; 

And ravifh my fight ; 
While me gayly fmiling, 
My anguilh beguiling, 
Augments my delight. 

How bleft is a lover, 
Whofe torments are over, 

His fears and his pain ; 
When beauty relenting, 
Repays with confenting, 

Her fcorn and difdain. 

SONG LIV. 

A Quire of bright beauties 
In fpring did appear, 
To chufe a Af^-lady. 

To govern the year ; 
All the nymphs were in white, 

And the fhepherds in green, 
The garland was given, 

And Phillis was queen. 
But Phillis refufed it, 

And fighing did fay, 
I'll not wear a garland 

While Pan is away. 

While Pan and fair Syrinx- 

Are fled from the more, 
The graces are banim'd, 

And love is no more : 
The foil God of pleafure 

That warm'd our defires, - 
Has broken his bow, 

And extingui-hVd his fires J •' 
And vows that himfeif 

Ard his mother will mourn, 
Till Pan ?.nd fair Syrinx 

la 'triumph rexum* N 5 Forbear 



tm)i 



Forbear your addreflfes, 

And court us no more »i 
for we will perform 

What the deity fwore : 
But if you dare think 

Of deferving our charms,. 
Away with. our meep- hooks,. 

And take to your arms : 
Then lawrelsand mirtles 

Your brows fhall adorn,. 
When Pan and fair Syrinx 

In triumph return. 



SONG LV. 

AS charming Clara walk'd alone, 
The feather'd inow cam* foftly downy 
Like Jove defcending from his tower, 
To court her in a filver mower : 
The ihining flakes flew to her breads, 
As little birds into their nefts ; 
But being outdone with whitenefs there,. 
For grief" diffolv'd into a tear ; 
Thence flowing down her garment's hem,. 
To deck her froze into a gem. 



SONG LVI. 

YE beaux of pleafure, 
Whofe wit at Ieifure, 
Can count love's treafure, 

Its joy and fmart > . 
At my defire, 
With me retire, 
To know what fire 
Confumes my heart. . 

Three moons that halted^. 
Are hardly walled, 
Since I was biailed 

With lea.uty'sray :. 



Mm 



( 2 7S 

Jurora {hews ye 
No face Co rofie, 
No July pofie 
So freih and gay. 

Her skin by nature, 
No Ermin better, 
Tho' that fine creature 

Is white as {how ; 
With blooming graces 
Adcrn'd her face is, 
Her flowing traces 

As black as floe. 

She's tall and Render, 
She's ft>ft and tender ; 
Seme* God commend her i- 

My wit's too low : 
'Twere joyful plunder, 
To bring her under, 
She's all a wonder 

From top to toe. 

Then ceafe , ye fages, 
To quote dull pages, 
That in all ages 

Our minds are free : 
Tho' great your skill is,, 
So flrong the will is, 
My love for Pbillis> 

Mull ever be. 



SONG LVIL 

ONE evening as I lay 
A-muiing in a grove, 
A nymph exceeding gay 

Came there to feek her love ; 
But ilnding not her -warn, 

She fat her down to grieve, 
And thus fhe did complain. 
How men her fex deceive. 

N 6 Believing 



( 276 ) 



Believing maid?, take care 

Of falie deluding men, 
Whofe pride is to enfnare 

Each female that they can £ 
My perjui'd fwain he Avore 

A thoufand oaths, to prove 
( As many have done before } 

How true he'd be to love. 

Then, virgins, for my fake. 

Ne'er truil falfe man again, 
The pleafarc we partake, 

Ne'er an Avers half the pain ; 
Uncertain as the feas, 

Is their unconflant mind, 
At once they burn or freeze, 

Still changing like the wind.- 

When flie had told her tale, 

Compaffion feiz'd my heart. 
And Cupid did prevail 

With me, to take her part : 
Then bowing to the fair, 

I made my kind addrefs s 
And vow'd to bear a mare 

In her unhappinefs. 

Surpriz'd at firfl me rofe, 

And ftrove from me to fly : 
I told her I'd difclofe 

For grief a remedy. 
Then, with a fmiling look, 

Said me, to affwage the ftorro ? 
I doubt you've undertook, 

A task you can't perform* 

Since proof convinces befr, 

Fair maid, believe it true, 
That rage is but a jeft, 

To what revenge can do : 
Then ferve him in his kind, 

And fit the fool again, 
Such charms were ne'er defignM 

Fox fuch a faithlefs Avain. I courted 



(277 ) 

I courted her with care, 

Till her foft foul gave way, 
And from her bread fo fair, 

Stole the fweet heart away : 
Then Hie with fmiles confelVd, 

Her mind felt no more pain,. 
While fhe was thus carefs'd, 

By fuch a lovely fwain. 



SONG LVIIL 

DO not ask me, charming Pbiltis, 
Why I lead you here aione, 
By this bank- of pinks and lillies, 
And of rofes newly blown. 

'Tis not to behold the beauty 

Of thefe flowers that crown the fpringi; 

'Xj s to ■ but I know my duty, 

And dare never name the thing. 

'Tis at worft but her denying, 

Why fhou'd I thus fearful be ? ; 
Every minute gently flying, 

Smiles and fiys, make uie of me. 

What the fun does to the rofes, 

While the beams play fweetly in, 
I would- —but my fear oppofes,. 

And I dare not name the thing. 

Yet Idie if I conceal it?; 

Ask my eyes, or ask your own> 
And if neither can reveal it, 

Think what lovers think alone. 

On this bank of pinks and lillies, 

Might I fpeak what" I would do, 
Iwou'd — ' witn my lovely Ph'-Uis, 

1 wou'd ; I wou'd Ah ! wou'd you. 

SONG 



f 278 ,) 

SONG LIX. 

P HILL IS the faireft of love's foes, 
Tho' fiercer than a dragon, 
Phillis that fcorn'd the powder'd beaax 5 . 
What has fhe now to brag on ? 
What has fhe now to brag on ? 
What hasjhe, &c. 
So long fhe kept her limbs fo clofe, 

Till they have fcarcea rag on. 

CompeU'd thro' want, the wretched maid 

Did fad complaints begin, 
Which furly Strephon hearing, faid, 

It was both ihame and fin, 

It was both fname and fin,. 

// iv as botb r &c. 
To pity fuch a 1 zy jade, 

Wou'd neither kifs nor fpin. 



SONG LX. 

WHEN Chloe we ply, 
We fwear we mall die, 
Her eyes do our heart fo enthrall 5'; 
But 'tis for her pelf, 
And not for herfelf; 
*Tis all a*tifice, artifice all; 

The maidens are coy, 
They'll pifti ! and they s il fie ?* 

And fwear, if you're rude, they will call 
But whifper fo low, 
By which you may know,. 

s Tis all artifice; artifice all. 

My clear, the wives cry, 

If ever you die, 
To mvrry again I ne'er lhall 5 : 

Bat lefs than a year, 

Will make it appear, 
"'Tis all artiiice, artifice all 



Ih 



( 279 > 

In matters of ftate, 

And party debate, 
For church and foRjuilice we bawl 

But if you'll attend, 

Youll find in the end, 
»Tis all artifice, artifice all. 



SONG LXI. 

The Par/on among the Peafe. 

ON E long Whitfun holy-day, 
Holy-day, holy-day, it was a jolly day,. 
Young Ralph., buxom Phi Hi da , 
PhilUda, a wclladay. ! 

Met in the peafe ; 
They long had community, 
He lov'd her, flie lov'd him, 
Joyful unity, nought but opportunity 
Scanting was wanting, 

Their bofoms to eafe. 
But now fortune's cruelty, cruelty^. 
You will fee ; for as they Iy 
In clofe hug, Sir Domine 
Gemini Gomini 

ChancM to com. 
He read prayers i the family,, 
No way now to frame a lie, 
They fcar'd at old. Homily,. 
Homily, Homily, 

Both away fly. 
Home, foon as he faw the fight, 
Full of fpite, as a kite runs the, recubite,.. 
kike a noiiy Hypocrite, 
Hypocrite, Hypocrite, 

Mifchief to fay;. 
Save he wou'd fair PhilUda, 
Phillida, Pkillida dreit that holy-day $■> 
But peer Ralph, ah welladay ! 
Welladay ! welladay ! 

Turn'd was away. - "'Ads 



( 28o y 

'Ads nigs, cries Sir Domine 
Gemini Goniini, mail a rogue ftay,- 
Tg baulk me, as commonly, 
Commonly, commonly, 

Has been his way. 
No, I ferve the family, 
They know nought to blame me by, 
I read prayers and homily, 
Homily, homily, 

Three times a day. 



SONG LXIL 

HOW happy are we, 
Who from thinking are free 9 
That curbing difeafe of the mind, 
Can indulge every tafte, 
Love where we like beit, 
Not by dull reputation coniin'd. 

When we're young, fit to toy,. 

Gay delights we enjoy, 
And have crowds of new lovers ft ill wooing ; 

When we're old and decay 'd, 

We procure for the trade, 
Still in every age we are doing. 

If a cully we meet, 

We fpend what we get 
Every day, for the next never think p 

When we die, where we go 

We have no fenfe to know, 
For a bawd always dies in her drink. 
- ■ in. . 

SONG LXIIL 

ON E April morn, when from the fea ! 
Phsebus was juit appearing, 
Jjamon and Celia young and gay, 
Long fettled love endearing, 

Vet 



(2&i y 

Met In a grove, to vent their fpleen 

On parents unrelenting ; 
He bred of Tory-woe. had been, 

She of the tribe diflen ting. 

Celia, whofe eyes outfhone the God, 

Newly the hills adorning, 
Told him, mamma would be Hark mad,. 

She miffing prayers that morning ; 
Damon, his arm about her wailr 

Swore, tho' nought mould them funder,. 
Shou'd my rough dad know how I'm bleft, 

'Twou'd make him roar like thunder. 

Great ones made by ambition blind, 

By faclion ftill fupport it, 
Or where vile money taints the mind, 

They for convenience court it : 
But mighty love, that fcorns to mew 

Party fhould raife his glory, 
Swears he'll exalt a vaffal true, 

Let it be nvbig or Tory. 

SONG LXIV. 

AM O N G S T the willows on the grafs 
Where nymphs and fliepherds Jy, 
Young Willy courted bonny Befi j. 

And Nell flood lift'ning by ; 
Says Will, We will not tarry 
Two months before we marry. 
No, no, fie no, never never tell me fo $ 

For a maid I'll live and die : 

%jNeII, Sojhallnotl. 

Says Nell, &c. 

Long time betwixt hope and defpahy 

And kifTes mixt between, 
He with a fong did charm her ear, 

Thinking fhe chang'd had been ; 
Says Will, I want a bleffing, 

Subltantialer than kifiing. 



( 282 ) 

Kb) no, fie no, never never tell me fo, 
For I will never change my mind : 
Says Nell, She 11 prove more kind. 
Says Nell, &c. 

Smarting pain the virgin finds,. 

Altho' by nature taught, 
When me firft :o man inclines : 

Quoth Nell, I'll venture that. 
Oh -! who wou'd lofe a treafure, 
For.fuch apuney pleafure f 
Not I, not I, no, a ma-id I'll live and die, 

And to my vow be true. ' 

£>u.Qtk Nell, The mare fool you. 

Quoth Nell, Sec. 

To my clofet I'll repair, 

And read on godly books, 
Forget vain love and worldly care. 

$»oth Nell, That likely Lh I 
You men are all perfidious, 
But I will be religious, 
Try all, fly all, and while I breath defy 9$, 

Your Cex I now deCpiCe, 

Says Nell, By Jove, fie lies* 

%vNell, &c. 

SONG LXV. 

S BLIND A Cure's the brighter!: thing, ( 
That decks the earth, or breaths our air ; 
Mild are her looks like opening Cpring, 
And like the blooming Cummer fair. 

£utthen her wit's Co very Crr.aU, 
That all her charms appear to \y 9 

Like glaring colours on a wall, 
And ilrike no further than the eye. 

O&r eyes luxuriously me treats, 
Our ears are abfent from the feaft, 

One fenfe is Curfeited with Cweets, 
Starv'd or difguited are the reft. 



S® 



(283 ) 

So have I Teen with afped bright, 
And taudry pride, a tulip (well, 

Brooming and beauteous to the light, 
Dull and infipid to the fmelL 



SONG LXVI. 

A Trifling fong ye fhall hear, 
Begun with a trifle and ended $ 
All trifling people draw near, 
And I fliall be nobly attended. 

Were it 'not for trifles a few, 

That lately came into the play, 
The men would want fomething to do 9 

The women want fomething to fay. 

What makes men trifle in drefilng ? 

Becaufe the ladies, they know, 
Admire, by often careffing 

That eminent trifle, a beau. 

When the lover his moments has trifled* 

The trifle of trifles to gain, 
No fooner the virgin is rifled, 

But a trifle Ihali part them again. 

What mortal wou'd ever be able, 

At Wbyte\ half a moment to fit t 
Or who is't cou'd bear a tea- tabltv 

Without talking trifles for wit ? 

The court is from trifles feeure, 

Gold keys are no trifles we fee %. 
White rods are no trifles I'm fure, 

Whatever their bearers may be. 

But if you will go to the place, 

Where trifles abundantly breed ; 
The levee will fhow you, his Grace 

Makes promifes trifles indeed I 

A coach 



( a8 4 ) 

A coach with fix footmen behind, 
I count neither trifle nor fin ; 

But, ye Gods ! how oft do we find 
A fcandalous trifle within ? 

A flask of Champaign people think it 
A trifle, or fomething as bad; 

But if you'll contrive how to drink it, 
You'll find it no trifle by Gad. 

A parfon's a trifle at feaj,, 
A widow's a trifle in forrow> 

A peace is a trifle to day, 

To break it a trifle to morrow. 

A black coat a trifle may eloke, 

Or to hide it the red may endeavour £ 

But if once the army is broke, 

We fhall have more trifles than ever. 

The flage is a trifle, they fay, 
The reafon pray carry along ; 

Becaufe that at every new play, 

The houfe they with trifles fo thropg : 

But with people's malice to trifle, 

And to fet us all on a foot ; 
The author of this is a trifle, 

And hi&Tong is a trifle to boot. 



SONG LXVII, 

FR O M grave leflbns and refhaint,.- 
I'm Hole out to revel here ; - 
Yet I tremble and I faint, 
>: |Tn the middle of the fair. 

WOh \ would fortune in my way 
A Throw a lover kind and gay ; 
yf Now's the time he foon might move 
/ A young heart unus'd to love. 

Shalt] 



( 28 5 ) 

Shall I venture? No, no, no, 
Shall I from the danger go ? 
Oh ! no, no, no, no, no, 
I mull not try, I cannot fly, 
I mull not, durll not, cannot fly. 

Help me, nature ,• help me, art ; 

Why mould I deny my part ? 
j If a lover will purfue ; 
I Like the wifell let me do ; 
! I will fit him if he's true, 

If he's falfe I'll fit him too. 



SONG LXVI1I. 

Women and Wine. 

SOME fay women are like fea, 
Some the waves, and Come t'heiocks, 
Some the rofe that foon decays, 

Some the weather, feme the cccks-; 
But if you'll give me leave to tell, 
There's nothing can be compar'd fo well, 
As wine, wine, women and wine, 

They run in a parallel. 

Women are witches when they will, 

So is wine, fo is wine, 
They make the fiatefman lofehis skill, 

The foldkr, lawyer and divine j 
They put a gigg in the gravefl skull, 
And fend ther wits to gather wool ; 
'Tiswine, wine, women and wine, 

They run in a parallel. 

What is't that makes your face fo pale, 
What is't that makes your looks divine-, 

What makes your courage rife and fall, 
Is it not women, is it not wine ? 

Whence proceed th' inflaming dofes, 

That let fire to your nofes ? 

From wine, wine, women and wine, 

They run in a parallel. SONG 



( 286 ) 

SONG LXIX. 

OU'D you chufe a wife, 
For a happy life, 
^Leave the court and the country takq, 
Where Dolly and Sue, 
Young Molly and Prue, 
Follow Roger and John, 
Whilft harveft goes on, 
And merrily merrily rake. 

Leave the London dames 
( Be it fpoke to their fhames ) 

To \y in their beds till noon, 

Then get up and flretch, 
And paint too and patch, 
Some widgeon to catch, 
Then look on their watch, 

And wonder they rofe up fo foon. 

Then cofFee and tea, 

Both green "and bohea, 
Are fervM to their tables in plate, 

Where tatles do run, 

As fwift as the fun, 

Of what they have won, 

And who is undone 
By their gaming and fitting up late* 

The lafs give me here, 
Tho' brown as my beer, 

That -knows how to govern her houfe, 
That can milk her cow, 
Or farrow her fow, 
Make butter and cheefe, 
Or gather green peafe, 

And values fine cloatks not a foufe. 

This is the girl 
Worth rubies and pearl, 
A wife that will make a man rich : 
We gentlemen need 
No quality breed, 



( 23 7 ) 



To fquander away 
What taxes wou'd pay % 
We care not in faith for inch. 



SONG LXX. 



Y 



A miftrefs fitted to my mind, 
Whom neither gold nor pride could move, 
To change her virtue or her love : 

Loves to go near, not to go fine, 
Loves for myfelf, and not for mine ; 
Not city proud, nor nice and coy, 
But full of love, and full of joy : 

Not childilh young, nor beldame sM, 
Not fiery hot, nor icy cold, 
Not gravely wife to rule the ftate, 
Not foolilh to be pointed at : 

Not worldly rich, nor bafely poor, 
Nor chafte, nor a reputed whore : 
If fuch an one you can difcover. 
Pray, Sir, intitle me her lover. 



SONG LXXI. 

BLEST as th' immortal Gods is he, 
The youth who fondly fits by thee, 
And hears and fees thee all the while, 
Softly fpeak and fweetly fmile. 

'Twas this bereav'd my foul of reft, 
And raisM fuch tumults in my breaft ; 
For while I gaz'd in tranfport toft, 4 
My breath was gone, my voice was loft. 

My bofom glow'd ; the fubtile flame 
Ran quick thro' all my vital frame ; 
O'er my dim eyes a darknefs hung, 
My ears with hollow murmurs rung. 



la 



( 2-88 ) 

In dewy damps my limbs were chili'd, 
My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd, 
My feeble pulfe forgot to play, 
I fainted, funk, and dy'd -away. 



SONG LXXII. 

YO U may ceafe to complain, 
For your fuit is in vain^ 
Aii attempts you can make 

Bat augments her difdain ; 
She bids you give .over 

While 'tis in your power, 
For except her eiteem 

She can grant you no more : 
Her heart has been long fmce 

Affaulted and won, 
Her truth is as Jailing 

And firm as the fun ; 
You'll find it more eafy 

Your paffion to cure, 
Than for ever thofe frukfefs 

Endeavours endure. 

You may give this advice 

To the wretched and wife. 
But a lover like me 

Will thofe precepts defpife ; 
I fcorn to give over 

Were it in my power ; 
TJio* efteem were deny'd me, 

Yet her I'll adore, 
A heart that's been touched 

Will fome iimpathy bear, 
*Twill leffen my forrows 

If me takes a (hare j 
I'll count it more honour 

In dying her Have, 
Than did her affections 

The ileddineis crave* 

You 



( 289 ) 

You may tell her I'll be 

Her true lover, tho' fhe 
Should mankind defpife 

Out of hatred to mej 
*Tis mean to give o'er 

Gaufe we get no reward, 
She loll not her worth 

When I loft her regard ; 
My love on an altar 

More noble {hall burn, 
I ftillwill love on 

Without hopes of return j 
Til tell her fome other 

Has kindled the flame, 
And I'll figh for herfelf 

In another one's name. 



SONG LXXIII. 

The tippling Philosophers. 

DIOGENES furly and proud, 
Who fnarl'd at the Macedon youth^ 
Delighted in wine that was good, 

Becaufe in good wine there was truth j 
But growing as poor as a Job, 
Unable to purchafe a flask, 
'He chofe for his manflon a tub, 
And liv'd by the fcent of the cask. 

Heraclitus ne'er wou'd deny 

A bumper, to cherilh his heart ; 
And when he was maudlin wou'dcry, 

Becaufe he had empty'd his quart : 
Tho' fome are fo foolifh to think, 

He wept at men's follies and vice, 
s Twas only his cuftom to drink, 

Till the liquor flow'd out of his eyes. 

° Bemcritus 



( 29° ) 

Vemocritus always was glad 

To tipple and cherifh his foul ; 
Would laugh like a man that was mad, 

When over a good flowing bowl ; 
As long as his cellar was ftor'd, 

The liquor he'd merrily quaff; 
And when he was drunk as a lord, 

At them that were fober he'd laugh. 

Wife Solon, who carefully gave 

Good laws unto Athens of old, 
And thought the rich Crcefus a flave 

( Tho' a king) to his coffers of gold \ 
He delighted in plentiful bowls ; 

But drinking much talk would decline, 
I3ecaufe 'twas the cuftom of fools, 

To prattle much over their wine. 

Old Socrates ne'er was content, 

Till a bottle had heightened his joys, 
Who in's cups to the oracle went, 

Or he ne'er had been counted fo wife ; 
Late hours hemoft certainly lov'd, 

Made wine the delight of his life, 
Or Xantippe would never have prov'd 

Such a damnable fcold of a wife. 

Grave Seneca, fam'd for his parts, 

Who tutor'd the bully of Rome, 
Grew wife o'er his cups and his quarts, 

Which he drank like a mifer at home j 
And, to mew he lov'd wine that was good 

To the laft, ( we may truly aver it ) 
He tinclur'd his bath with his blood. 

So fancy'd he died in his claret. 

Pythagoras did filence enjoin, 

On his pupils who wifdom would feek i 

jBecaufe he tippled good wine, 
Till himfelf was unable to (peak; 

.And 



( 29 1 ) 

And when he was whimfical grown, 
With lipping his plentiful bowls, 

By the ftrength of the juice in his crown, 
He conceiv'd tranfmigration of fouls. 

Copernicus too, like the reft, 

Believ'd there was wifdom in wine, 
And thought that a cup of the beft 

Made reafon the brighter to fhine ; 
With wine he replenished his veins, 

And made his philofophy reel j 
Then fancy' d the world, like his brains, 

Turn'd round like a chariot wheel. 

Jriftotle, that mailer of arts, 

Had been but a dunce without wine, 
AndjWhat we afcribe to his parts, 

Is due to the juice of the vine : 
His belly, moil writers agree, 

Was big as a watering-trough ; 
He therefore leapt into the fea, 

Becaufe he'd have liquor enough . , 

Old Plato was reckon' d divine, 

He fondly to wifdom was prone ; 
But had it not been for good wine, 

His merits had never been known. 
By wine we are generous made, 

It furni(hes fancy with wings, 
Without it we ne'er (hou'd have had 

Philofophers, poets, or kings. 



SONG JLXXIV. 

Down among the Dead Men. 

HERE'S a health to the king and a Ming peace j 
May faction be damn'd, and difcord ceafe : 
Come, let us drink it while we've breath, 
£©r there's no drinking after death ; 

O 2 A^>4 



( 292 ) 

And he that won't with this comply, 

Down among the dead men, 

Down among the dead men, 

Down, down, down, down, 
Down among the dead men, let him ly. 

Now a health to the Queen, and may me long 
B' our firft fair toaft to grace our fong ; 
Off wi' your hats, wi' your knee on the ground, 
Take off your bumpers all around s 
And he that will not drink his dry, 
Down among, &c. let him ly. 

Let charming beauty's health go round, 
In whom celeftial joys are found ; 
And may confufion ftill purfue 
The fenfelefs woman-hating crew ; 
And he that will this health deny, 
Down .among, Sec. let him ly. 

Here's thriving to trade, and the commoa-weal, 
And patriots to their country leal ; 
But who for bribes gives Satan his foul, 
May he ne'er laugh o'er a flowing bowl j 
And all that with fuch rogues comply, 
Down among, Sec. let him ly. 

In fmiling Bacchus' joys I'll roll, 
Deny no pleafure to my foul ; 
Let Bacchus' health round fwiftly move, 
3For Bacchus is a friend to love ; 
And he that does this health deny, 
Down among, Sec. let him ly. 

SONG LXXV. 

HE that will not merry merry be, 
With a generous bowl and a toair, 
May he in Bridewell be fhut up, 
And fail bound to a poll ; 
Let him be merry merry there, 
And 'we'll be merry merry here.', 
For who can know were wejball w 
I'o be merry another year P f|g 



( 293 ) 

He that will not merry merry be, 

And take his glafs in courfe, 

May he b' oblig'd to drink fmall beer,, 

Ne'er a penny into his purie : 

Let him be merry, &c. 

He that will not merry merry be, 
With a comp'ny of jolly boys, 
May he be plagu'd with a icolding wife,. 
To confound him with her noife : 
Let him be merry , &c. 

He that will not merry merry be, 

With his miilrefs in his bed, 

Let him be buried in the church-yard, 

And me put in his Head : 

Let him be merry, &c. 



SONG LXXVL 

JOLLY mortals, fill your glafTes j 
Noble deeds are done by wine ; 
Scorn the nymph and all her graces : 
Who'd for love or beauty pine ? 

Look upon this bowl that's flowing, 
And a thcufand charms you'll find., 

More than in Ch/oewhenjull going, 
In the moment to be kind. 

Alexander hated thinking ; 

Drank about at council board ; 
Made friends, and gain'd the world by drinking, 

More than by his conquering fworck 



SONG LXXVII. 

SI N C E we die by the help of good wine, 
. I will that a tun be my ihrine ; 
And engrave it on my tomb 3 

O 3 Here 



( 294 ) 

Here lyes a body oncefo brave, 

Who with drinking made his grave 3 

Who nvith, &C. 

Since thus to die will purchafe fame, 

And leave an everlafting name, 

Since thus to die, &C. 

Drink, drink away, drink, drink away 9 

Aud let us be nobly interr'd, 

Drink, drink 3 &c. 

Let mifers and Haves 

Pop into their graves, 
And rot in a dirty church-yard, 
And rot in a dirty church-yard, 
Let mifers, &c. 



SONG LXXVIIL 

BACCHUS is a power divine j 
For he no fooner fills my head 
With mighty wine, 
But all my cares reflgn, 

And droop, and droop, and fink down dead : 
Then, then the pleafing thoughts begin, 

And I in riches flow, 

At leafl I fancy fo j 
And without thought of want I fing r 
Stretch'd on the earth, my head all around 
With flowers, weav'd into a garland, crownM % 
Then, then I begin to live, 
And fcorn what all the world can fhow or give. 
Let the brave fools that fondly think 

Of honour, and delight 

To make a noife, a noife and light, 
Go feek out war whilfl I feek peace, 
Whilir. I feek peace, feek peace and drink, 
Whilft I feek peace, feek peace and drink. 
Then fill my glafs, fill fill it high ; 
Some perhaps think it fit to fall and die'; 

Be 



( 295 ) 

Bat when bottles are rang'd 

Make war with me, 
The fighting fool fhall fee, 

When I am funk, 
The difference to ly dead, 

And ly dead drunk', 
*[be fighting fool, Sec 



Y 



SONG LXXIX. 

E virgin powers, defend my heart, 
From amorous looks and fmiles $ 



From faucy love, or nicer art, 
"Which moft our fex beguiles. 

From iighs and vows, and awful fears 5 

That do to pity move ; 
From fpeaking filence, and from tears, 

Thole fprings skat water love, 

But if thro' pamon I grow blind, 

Let honour be my guide ; 
And when frail nature feems inclin'd, 

There place a guard of pride . 

An heart, whofe flames are feen, tho' pure 

Needs every virtue's aid j 
And ihe who thinks herfelf fecure, 

The fooneil is betray'd. 



SONG LXXX. 

WH Y ftiouM a foolilh marriage vow 9 
Which long ago was made, 
Oblige us to each other now, 
When pamon is decay' d ? 
We lov'd, and we lov'd 
As long as we cou'd, 
Till love was lov'd out of us both : 

O 4 Bui; 



( 2 9 6 ) 

But our marriage is dead, 
When the pleafure is fled ; 
'Twas pleafure firft made it an oath. 

If I have pleafures for a friend, 

And further love in ftore, 
What wrong has he whofe joys did end, 
And who cou'd give no more ? 
'Tis a madnefs that he 
Shou'd be jealous of me, 
Or that Ifhou'd bar him of another* 
For ali-ive can gain, 
Is to give ourfelves pain, 
When neither can hinder the other. 

SONG LXXXI. 

MY dear miftrefs has a heart, 
Soft as thefe kind looks fhe gave me, 
Vv hen with lcve's refiftlefs art, 

And her eyes fhe did enflave me i 
But her conftaney's fo weak, 

She's fo-wild. and apt to wander, 

That my jealous heart would break, 

Shou'd we live one day afunder. 

Melting joys about her move, 

Killing pleafures, wounding blifTes 5 
She can drefs her eyes in love, 

And her lips can arm with kiiles : 
Angels liften when me fpeaks ; 

She's my delight, all mankind's wonder 1 
But my jealous heart wou'd break, 

Should we live one day afunder. 

SONG LXXXII. 

I'LL fail upon xkvzdog-jlar, 
And then purfue the morning : 
I'll chafe the moon till it be noon, 
I'll make her leave her horning. 



( 297 ) 

Til climb the frofty mountain, 
And there I'll coin the weather $ 

I'll tear the rainbow from the sky, 
Aud ty both ends together : 

The ftars pluck from their orbs too, 
And crowd them in my budget ; 

And whether I'm a roaring boy, 
Let Grejbam college judge it: 

While I mount yon blew celum, 
To (hun the tempting gipiies ; 

Play at foot- ball with fun and moon^ 
And fright ye with eclipfes. 



song Lxxxnr. 

James. 

PRITHEE, Su/aitj what doft mufe on>* 
By this doleful fpring ? 
You are, I fear in love, my. dear ; 
Alas poor thing ! 

Su SAN. 

Truly, Jamie, I muft blame ye, 

You look fo pale and wan ; 
I fear 'twill prove you are in love 5 

Alas poor man ! 1 

James. 

Nay, my Suey, now I view ye ; 

Well I know your fmart, 
When you're alone you figh and groan $ 

Alas poor heart ! 

Susan. 
Jamie, hold ; I dare be bold 

To fay, thy heart is Hole, 
And know the fhe as well asthee 5 
Alas poor foul ! 

5 James, 



( a 9 8 ) 

J AM R."S> 

Then, my Sue, tell me who j 

I'll give thee beads of pearl, 
And eafe thy heart of all this fmart i 

Alas poor girl ! 

Susan. 
Jamie, no, if you fhou'd know, 

I fear 'twou'd make you fad, 
And pine away both night and day v 

Alas poor lad ! 

James. 
Why then, my Sue, it is for you, 

That I burn in thefe flames ; 
'And when I die, I know you'll cry, 

Alas poor James I 

S U S A N . 

Say you fo, then, Jamie, know,, 

If you fhou'd prove untrue, 
Then rauft I likewife cry,. 

Alas poor Sue ! 

Quoth he, then join thy hand with mine^, 

And we will wed to day : 
I do agree, here 'tis, quoth fhe ? 

Come let's away. 



SONG EXXXIV. 

WHEN, lovely Phillis, thou art kind, 
Nought but raptures fill my mind y 
*Tis then I think thee fo divine, 
T'excell the mighty power of wine "• 
But when thou infult'ft, and laughs at my pain, 
I wafh thee away with fparkling champaign ; 
So bravely contemn both the boy and his mother,, 
And drive out one God by the power of another. 



Wta 



{ 299 ) 

When pity in thy looks I fee, 

I fraily quit my friends for thee ; 

Perfwafive love fo charms me then, 

My freedom f d not with again : 
But when thou art cruel, and heeds not my care, 
Then ftraight with a bumper Ibanim defpair ; 
So bravely contemn both the boy and his mother, , 
And drive out one God by the power of another. 



SONG LXXXV. 

YO U that love mirth, attend to my fong, 
A moment you never can better employ ; 
Sa-ivny and Teague were trudging along, 

A bonny Scots lad, and an Irijb dear-joy ; 
They neither before had feen a wind-mill, 
Nor had they heard ever of any fuch name : 
As they were a walking, 
And merrily talking, 
At lafl by meer chance to a wind-mill they came, 

Haha ! crys Saivny, what do ye ca' that ? 
To tell the right name o't I am at a lofs. 
Teague very readily anfwer'd the Scot, 

Indeed I believe it'lli fhaint Patrick's crofs. 
Says Sawny., ye'll find your fell meikle miilaken, 
For it is faint Andrew's crofs I can fvvear ; 
For there is his bonnet, 
And tartans hang on it, 
The plaid and the trews our apoitle did wear. 

Nay, o' my fiioul joy, thou tellefht all lees, 

For that I will ihwear is fhaint Patrick's coat s 
I fhee't him in Ireland buying the freeze, 

And that I'm fhure ifh the mame that he bought y 
And he is a fhaint mufa better than ever 

Made either thecovenantfh fholemn or league : 
For o' my fhalwafhion, 
He was my relafhion, 
And had a great kindnem for honeflit poor Teague, 
O 6 Where- 



(' zoo ) 

Wherefore, fays Teague, I will, by myihoul, 

Lay down my napfhack, and takeout my beads, 
And under this holy crofs' fet I will fall, 

And (hay pater nojbter, and fhome of our creeds i. 
So Teague began with humble devotion, 

To kneel down before St. Patricks crofs ; 
The wind fell a blowing, 
And fet it a-going, 
And it gave our dear-joy a terrible tofs. 

Sawny tehee'd, to fee how poor Teague 

Lay fcratching his ears, and roll on the grafs s . 
Swearing, it was furely the de'ils whirly-gig, 

And none ( he roar'd out) of St. Patrick's crofs : 
But ifh it indeed, crys he in a paihon, 

The crofs of our ihaint that has crofht me fo fore » 
Upo' my falwaihion, 
This fhall be a cawfhion, 
To trull to St. Patrick's kindnefs no more. 

Sawny to Teague then merrily cry'd, 

This patron of yours is a very fad loun, 
To hit you fica fair thump on the hide, 

For kneeling before him, and feeking a boon i : 
Let me advife ye to ferve our St. Andrew, 
He, by my faul, was a fpecial gude man j , 
For fince your St. Patrick 
Has fervM ye iic a trick, 
I'd fee him hung up e'er I ferv'd him again. 



SON G LXXXVI. 

Ti If A Y the ambitious ever find 
jl rJL Succefs in crowds and noife, , 
While gentle love does fill my mind , 
With filent real joys. 

May knaves and fools grow rich and great, 

And all the world think them wife, 
While I ly at my Nanny's feet, 

And all the world defpife, 

Lett 



( 3<" ) 

Eet conquering kings new triumphs raife, 

And melt in court delights : 
Her eyes can give much brighter days, 

Her arms much fofter nights. 



SONG LXXXVII. 

CE L I A, too late you wou'd repmt 
The offering all your ftore, 
Is now but like a pardon fent, 
To one that's dead before. 

While at the iirft you cruel prov'd 3 . 

And grant the blifs too late, 
You hindred me of one I lov'd 3 

To give me one I hate. 

I thought you innocent as fair, 
When firfl my court I. made j 

But when your falihoods plain appear,, , 
My love no longer ftay'd. 

Your bounty of thefe favours mown, , 
Whofe worth your firfl. deface, 

Is melting valu'd medals down, 
And giving us the brak. 

O ! fince the thing we beg's a toy, 
That's priz'd by love alone, 

Why cannot women grant the joy, 
Before the love is gone. 



SONG LXXXVJII. 

YE S, all the world will fure agree, ,. 
He who's fecur'd of having thee,.- 
Will be entirely bleit ; 
But 'twere in me too great a wrong, , 
To make one who has been fo long 
My queen, my Jlave atlafl. 

'* NO}: 



( 3°2 ) 

Nor ought thefe things to be confin'd, 
That were for publick good defign'd : 

Cou'd we, in foolifh pride, 
Make the fun always with us flay, 
TwouM burn our corn and grafa away P 

To ftarvethe world befide. 

Let not the thoughts of parting, fright 
Two fouls which paffion does unite j 

For while out love does laft, 
Neither will flrive to go away, 
And why the devil mould we ftay,- 

When once that love is pail. 



SONG; LXXXIX. 

MY Goddefs Lydia, heavenly fair. 
As lilly fweet, as foft as air, 
Let loofe thy treffes, fpread thy charms* 
And to my love give frelh alarms. 

O ! let me gaze on thefe bright eyes, 
Tho' facred lightning from them flyes j 
Shew me that foft that modeft grace, 
Which paints with charming red thy face.. 

Give me amhrojla in a kifa, 
That I mav rival Jo<ve in blifs, 
That I may mix my foul with thine 5 
And make the pleafure all divine. 

O hide ! thy bofom's killing white, 
( The milky way is not fo bright ) 
Left you my ravihVd foul opprefs, 
With beauty's pomp, and fweet excefs. 

Why draw'ft thou from the purple flood 
Of my kind heart the vital blood ? 
Thou art all over endlefs charms ; 
O ! take me dying to thy arms. 

SONG 



( 3°3 > 

SONG XC. 

\ X / H Y we love, and why we hate,. 

YY Is not granted us to know ; 
Random chance, or wilful fate, 
Guides the fhaft from Cupid's bow. 

If on me Belinda frown, 

'Tis madnefs all in me to grieve h 
Since her will is not her own, 

Why mould I'uneafy live ? 

If I for Zelinda die, 

Deaf to poor Micella's cries, 
Ask not me the reafon why, 

Seek the riddle in the skies. 



SONG XCI. 

HARK how the tram pet founds to battle, 
Hark how the thundring cannons rattle 5 
Cruel ambition now calls me away, 
While I have ten thoufand foft things to fay, 
While honour alarms me, 
Young Cupid difarms me, 
And Celia fo charms me,, 
I cannot away. 

Hark again, honour calls me to arms, 
Hark how the trumpet fweetly charms 3 
Celia no more then muft be obey'd, 
Cannons are roaring, and enfigns difplay d : 

The thoughts of promotion, 

Infpire fuch a notion 

Of Celia' s devotion, 
I'm no more afraid. 

Guard her for me, eeleftial powers, 

Ye Gods, blefs the nymph with happy foft hours j 

O may me ever to love me incline, 

Such lovely perfecU. ns I cannot refign 3 

Firm 



( 3°4 ) 

Firm conftancy grant her, 
My true love mail haunt her, 
My foul cannot want her, 
She's all fo divine. 
■ hi 

SONG XCII. 

SHALL I, wafting in defpair, 
Die becaufe a woman's fair ? 
Shall my cheeks look pale with care a 
"Caufe another's rofie are ? 
Be flie fairer than the day, 
Or the flow'ry meads in May ; 

Yet if flie think not well of me, 
What care I how fair ihe be. 

-Shall a woman's goodnefs move 
Me to perilh for her love ; 
Gr, her worthy merits known, 
Make me quite forget my own ? 
Be me with that goodnefs bleit, 
As may merit name the bert ; 

Yet if Ihe be not fuch to me, . 

What care I how good me be. 

Be me good, or kind, or fair, 
I will never more defpair ; 
If Ihe love me, this believe, 
I will die e'er flie ihall grieve ; 
Jf flie flight me when I woo, 
I will fcorn, and let her go : 

So if flie be not fit for me, 

What care I for whom flie be. 

SON G XCIII. 

AS the fnow in vallies lying, 
Phoebus his warm beams applying. 
Soon diflblves and runs away j 
So the beauties, fo the graces, 
Of the moll bewitching faces, 

At approaching age decay, ^. 



( 3°5 ) 

As a tyrant, when degraded, 
Is defpis'd, and is upbraided, 

By the Haves he once contrcul'd ; 
So the nymph if none cou'd move her,. 
Is contemn'd by every lover, 

When her charms are growing old . 

Melancholick looks and whining, 
Grieving, quarrelling and pining, 

Are th' effects your rigours move : 
Soft carefTes, am'rous glances, . 
Melting fighs, tranfporting trances, 

Are the bleft eifecls of love. 

pair ones ! while your beauty's blooming* 
Imploy time, left age refuming 

What your youth profufely lends J 
You are rob'd of all your glories, 
And condemn'd to tell old ftories 

To your unbelieving friends. 



SONG XCIV. 

FA I R Jmoret is gone affray, 
Purfue, and feek her, ev'ry lover i 
l'Jl tell the figns by which you may 
The wandring mepherdefs difcover. 

Coquet and coy at once her air, 

Both fludy'd, tho' both feem neglected i 

Carelefs ihe is with artful care, 
Affecting to feem unaffected . 

With skill her eyes dart ev'ry glance, 

Yet change fo foon you'd ne'er fufpect 'em> 

For ihe'd perfwade they wound by chance, 
Tho' certain aim and art direct them. 

I She likes her felf, yet others hates 

For that which in herfelf ihe prizes ; 
And while ihe laughs at them, forgets 
. She is the thing that fee defpifes. 

S O N 6 



( 3°6 ) 
SONG xcv. 

DAMON, if you will believe me, 
'Tis not fighing round the plain, 
Song nor fonnet can relieve ye ; 
Faint attempts in love are vain. 

Urge bat home the fair occafion, 

And be mailer of the field ; 
To a powerful kind invafion, 

'Twere a madnefs not to yield. 

Tho' fhe vows fhe'U ne'er permit ye, 
Cries you're rude, and much to blame,, 

And with tears implores your pity > 
Be not merciful for fname. 

When the fierce arTault is over, 
Chloris time enough will find, 

This her cruel furious lover, 
Much more gentle, not fa kind, 



SONG XCVL 

IF fhe be not kind as fair, 
But peevifh and unhandy, 
Leave her, me's only worth the care 
Of fome fpruce jack-a-dandy. 

I would not have thee fuch an a&, 
Hadft thou ne'er fo much leifure, 

To figh and whine for fuch a lafs, 
Whofe pride's above her pleafuie. 



SONG XCVII. 
He. 

AWAKE, thou faireft thing in nature, 
How can you fleep when day does break ? 
How can you fleep, my charming creature, 
When half a world for you are awake. 

She. 



( 3°7 ) 

She. 
What fwain is this that nngs fo early. 
Under my window, by the dawn ? 
He. 
Tis one, dear nymph, that loves you dearly. 
Therefore in pity eafe my pain. 
She. 
Softly, elfe you'll 'wake my mother, 
No tales of love Ihe lets me hear i 
Go tell your paflion to fome other,, 
Or whifpei't foftly in my ear. 
He. 
How can you bid me love another, 

Or rob me of your beauteous charms ? 
"'TIS time you were wean'd from your mother, 
You're fitter for a lover's arms. 



SONG XCVHL 

IN fpite of love at length I've found 
A miftrefs that can pleafe me, 
Her humour free and unconfin'd, 

Both night and day fhe'll eafe me ; 
No jealous thoughts difturb my mind,, 
Tho' fne's enjoy 'd by all mankind, 
Then drink and never fpare it j 
'Tis a bottle of good claret. 

If you, thro' all her naked charms, 

Her little mouth difcover, 
Then take her blufhing to your arms, 

And ufe her like a lover ; 
Such liquor fhe'll diftill from thence, 
As v/ill tranfport your ravilht fenfe ; 
Then kifs and never fpare it, 
'Tis a bottle of good claret. 

But beft of all ! me has no tongue, 

Submiffive Ihe obeys me, 
She's fully better old than young, 

And ftill to fmiling fways me ; 



Hey 



( 3o8 ) 

Her skin is fmooth, complexion black,. 
And has a moil delicious fmack; 
Then kifs and never fpare it, 
'Tis a bottle of good claret. 

If you her excellence would talte, 
Ee fure you ufe her kind, Sir, 

Clap your hand about her waift, 
And raife her up behind, Sir; 

As for her bottom never doubt, 

Puih but home, and you'll find it out ; 

Then drink and never fpare it, 

*Tis a bottle of good claret. 



SONG XCIX. 

OSurprifmg lovely fair ! 
Who with Chloe can compare r" 
Sure file's form'd for beauty's Queen, 
Her wit, her fhape, her grace, her mehv 
By far excells all nymphs I've feen j 
No mortal eye 
Can view her nigh, 
Too exquifite for human fight to fee :- 
Tho' file ne*er may be kind, 
Nor for me e ? er deli gn'd, 
Yet I love, I love, I love 

The charming me.' 



SONG C. 

WH E N bright Aurelia tript the plain, 
How chearful then were feen, 
The looks of every jolly fwain, 
That ftrove Aurelias heart to gain, 
With gambols on the green 1 

Their fports were innocent and gay, 

Mixt with a manly air; 
They'd fmg and dance, and pipe and play, 
Each ftrove to pleafe, fome different way, 

This dear inchanting fair. 

The 



( 3°9 ) 

The ambitious ftrife fhe did admire, 

And equally approve, 
'Till Phaoris tuneful voice and lyre. 
With fofteft mufick did infpire 

Her foul to generous love. 

Their wonted fports the reft declin'd, 

Their arts prov'd all in vain ; 
Jurelias conftant now they find, 
The more they langui/h and repin'd. 
The more me loves the fwain. 



SONG CI. 



AWAY, you rover, 
jt\, For nhame give over, 
You play the lover 

So like an afs; 
You are for ftorming, 
You think you're charming, 
Your faint performing, 
We read in your face. 



SONG CIL 

HE, who for ever, 
Wou'd hope for favour, 
He muft endeavour 

To charm the fair : 
He dances, he dances, 
He da--a--a--a-a-ances, 
He fighs, and glances. 
He makes advances, 
He fings, and dances, 

And mends his air, 



S O N G 



( S 1 ^ ) 

SONG GUI, 

GO, go, go, gofalfeft ofthyfex he gone, 
Leave, leave, ah leave, leave me to my felf alone f 
Why would you i 1 rive by fond pretence, 
Thus to deftroy my innocence ? 
Go, go, &c. ' leave, leave, &c. 

Young Celia, you too late betray'd, 
Then thus you did the nymph upbiaid, 
" Love like a dream ufherM by night, 
" Flyes the approach of morning light. 
Qq, go, &c. leave, leave, 8cc. 

She that believes man when he fwears, 
Or leaft regards his oaths and prayers, 
May the, fond (he, be moll accurft ; 
Nay more, be fubje& to his luft. 
Go, go, &c. leave, leave, &c. 



S O N G CIV. 

TJ E LINDA, with affected mein, 
Mj Trys all the power of art j 
Yet finds her efforts all in vain, 

To gain a fmgle heart : 
Whilft Chloe ma different way, 

Is but her felf, to pleafe, 
And makes new conquefts every day,, 

Without one borrowed grace. 

Belinda's haughty air deftroys 

What native charms infpire ; 
While Chloe's artlefs mining eyes, 

Set all the world on fire : 
Belinda may our pity move | 

But Chloe gives us pain, 
And while fhe fmiles us into love, 

Her filter frowns in vain, 

SONG 



( 3*3 ) 

SONG CVIL 

' ■$• 

OH ! happy, happy grove, 
Witnefs of our tender love ; 

Oh f happy, happy lhade, 

Where firft our vows were made : 
Blufhing, fighing, melting, dying, 

Looks would charm a Jove ; 
A thoufand pretty things me faid, 

And all —and all was love: 

But Corinna perjur'd proves, 

And forfakes the fhady groves ; 
When I fpeak of mutual joys, 

She knows not what I mean ; 
Wanton glances, fond ca relies, 

Now no more are feen, 
Since the falfe deluding fair 

Has left the flow'ry green : 

Mourn, ye nymphs, that fporting play'd, 

Where poor Strephan was betray'd ; 

There the fecret wound me gave, 

Wherj I was made her flave. 

, i i if i !■■■ mi, I. 

SONG CVIII. 

THE fagesofold, 
In prophecy told, 
Thecaufe of a nation's undoing ; 
But our new Engl/Jh breed 
No prophecies need, 
For each one here feeks his own ruin* 

With grumbling and jars, 

We promote civil wars, 
And preach up falfe tenets to many ; 

We fnarl and we bite, 

We rail and we fight 
For religion, yet no man has any, 

Then him let's commend. 
That's true to his friend, 
And the church and the fenate would fettle ; 

* Who 



( 3H ) 

Who delights not in blood, 
But draws when he fhou'd , 
And bravely ftands brunt to the battle. 

Who rails not at kings, 

Nor politick things, 
Nor treafon will fpeak when he's mellow $ 

But takes a full glafs, 

To his country's fuceefs, 
This, this is an honefl brave fellow, 



SONG CIX: 

WE all to conquering beauty bow, 
Its pleafing power admire ; 
But I ne'er knew a face till now, 
That cou'd like yours infpire : 
Now I may fay I met with one 3 

Amazes all mankind ; 
And, like men gazing on the fun. 
With too much light am blind. 

Soft, as the tender moving fighs s 

When longing lovers meet ; 
Jljke the divining prophets, wife 5 

Like new-blown rofes, fweet ; 
Mod eft, yet gay ; referv'd, yet free $ 

Each happy night a bride ; 
A mein like awful majefty, 

And yet no fpa?k of pride. 

The patriarch, to win a wife, 

Chaft, beautiful and young, 
Serv'd fourteen years a painful life, 

And never thought it long : 
Ah ! were you to reward fuch care. 

And life fo long would flay, 
f^ot fourteen, but four hundred years,, 

Woul4 feem but as one day. 

SONG 



(3*5) 

SONG CX. 

PRITHEE, Billy, be'nt fo filly, ' 
Thus to wafte thy days in grief i 
You fay, Betty will not let ye ; 
But can forrow bring relief ? 

Leave repining, ceafe your whining j 

Pox on torment, tears and woe : 
If fhe's tender, me' 11 furrender ; 

If {he's tough, ——e'en let her go. 

SONG CXI. 

KINDLY, kindly, thus, my treafure, 
Ever love me, ever charm ; 
Let thepaffion know no meafure, 
Yet no jealous fear alarm. 

Why fhouM we, our blifs beguiling, 

By dull doubting fall at odds r 
Meet my foft embraces fmiling, 

We'll be as happy as the Gods. 

...... i » i . i » r i m'O 

SONG CXII. 

A Sour reformation 
Crawls out-thro* the nation, 
While dunder-head fages, ; 

Who hope for good wages, 

Direct us the way. ■. 

Ye fbns of the mufes, 
Then cloak your abufes ; 
And leaft you fhou'd trample 
On pious example, 

Obferve and obey. 
Time-frenzy curers, 
And ftubborn nonjurors. 
For want of diversion, 

Now fcourge the Ieud t£me& 

Pz Thef vt 



( 3*6-) 

They've hinted, they've printed, 
Our vein it profane is, 

And worft of all crimes ; 
The clod-pated railers, 
Smiths, coblers and colliers, 

Have damn'd all our rhimes, 

Under the notion 
Of zeal for devotion, 
The humour has fir'd 'em, 
And malice infpir'd 'em, 

To tutor the age : 
But if in feafon, 
You'd know the true reafon % 
The hopes of preferment, 
Is what makes the vermin 

Now rail at the flage, 
Cuckolds and canters, 
With fcruples and banters. 
Old Oliver's peal, 

Againft poetry ring ; 
But let ltate revolvers, 
And treafon abfolvers, 

Excufe, if I fing, 
The rebel that chufes 
To cry down the mufes, 

Wou'd cry down the king. 



The End of the Third Volume. 








TEA-TABLE 

MISSBLLAMY. 



Anna 'with an angel's air. 
Sweet her notes,, her face at fair i 

Vajfals and Kings 

Feel, when fhefmgs, 
Charms of warbling beauty near. 



Vol. IV, 



Etrick Banks. 
I. 

ON Etrick banks y in a fummer's night. 
At glowming when the Iheep drave hame, 
I met my laffy, braw and tight, 
Came wading, barefoot, a* her lane l 
My heart grew light, I ran, I'flang 

My arms about her lilly neck, 
And kifs'd and clap'd her there foil lang ; 
My words they were na mony feck. 

IL 

I faid, My laffy, will ye go 

To the highland hills, the Earfe to learn ; 
ril baith gi'e thee a cow and ew, 

When ye come to the brigg of Earn. 

P 3 At 



f 3'« ) 

At Z«7£ auld meal comes in, ne'er fafh,. 

And herrings at the Broomy Law, 
Chear up your heart, my bony lafs, 

There's gear to win we never faw. 
III. 
All day when we have wrought enough,. 

When winter, frofts and fnaw begin, 
Soon as the fun gaes weft the loch, 

At night when you fit down to fpin, 
I'll fcrew my pipes and play a fpring ; 

And thus the weary night we'll end, 
Till the tender kid and lamb-time bring 

Our pleafant fummer back again. 
IV. 
Syne when the trees are in their bloonr, 

And gowans glent o*er ilka field, 
I'll meet my lafs amang the broom,. 

And lead you to my fummer fhield. 
Then far frae a' their fcornfu' din, 

That make the kindly hearts their fporr, 
We'll laugh and kifs, and dance and ting, 

And gar the langeft day feem fnort. 

The Birks ^Invermay. 
I. 

THE fmiling morn, the breathing fpring, 
Invite the tuneful birds to fwg \ j 

And while they warble from the fpray s 
Love melts the univerfai lay. 
Let us, Amanda, timely wife, 
Like them, improve the hour that flies ; 
And in foft raptures wafte the day 
Among the birks of bwermaj. 

II. 

For foon the winter of the y«ar, 
And age, life's winter, will appear, 
At this thy living bloom will fade, 
As that will i&rip the verdant fliade : 

Our 



( 3 J 9 > 



£)ur tafle of pleafure then is o'er, 
The feather'd fongfters are no more ; 
And when they droop, and we decay, 
Adieu the birks of IwveriAay. 
III. 
The lavrocks now and lintwhite fmg, 
The rocks around with echoes ring ; 
The mavis and the black-bird vye, 
In tuneful ftrains, to glad the day ; 
The woods now wear their fummer (lilts ; 
To mirth all nature now invites : 
Let us be blythfome then and gay 
Among the birks of Itruermay, 
IV. 
Behold the hills and vales around, 
With lowing herds and flocks abound ; 
The wanton kids and frisking lambs 
Gambol and dance about their dames ; 
j The bufy bees with humming noife, 
J And all the reptile kind rejoice : 
Let us, like them,- then fingand play- 
About the birks of Invermay. 
V. 
Hark, how the waters as they fall, 
j Loudly my love to gladnefs call ; 
The wanton waves fport in the beams, 
And fifties play throughout the ftreams i 
The circling fun does now advance, 
And all the planets round him dance : 
Let us as jovial be as they 
Among the birks of Irwermay. 



Hero and Leander, 
An old B A LLAD, 

LEJNDER on the bay 
Of Helleftoni all naked Hood,, 
I Impatient of delay, 

He leap'd into the fatal flood : 

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The raging feas, 

Whom none can pleafe, 
'Gainft him their malice mow f 

The heavens lowr'd, 

The rain down pour'd, 
And loud the winds did blow. 

II. 
Then calling round his eyes, 

Thus of his fate he did. complain. 
Ye cruel rocks and skies ! 
Ye ftormy winds, and angry main ! 

What 'tis to mifs 

The lover's blifs, 
Alas ! ye do not know ; 

Make me your wreck 

As I come back, 
lut fpare me as I go. 

nr. 

I,o ! yonder Hands the tower 

Where my beloved Hero lyes. 
And this the appointed hour 

Which fetp to watch her longing eyes* 

To his fond fait 

The gods were mute ; 
The billows anfwer, No : 

Up to the skies 

The furgesrife, 
But funk the youth as low. 

IV. 
Mean while the wifhing maid, 

Divided 'twixt her care and love/ 
Now does his ftay upbraid ; 
Now dreads he Ihou'd the paffage prove J 
O fate ! faid me, 
Nor heaven, nor thee, 
Our vows ihail e'er divide. 
I'd leap this wall, 
Cou'd I but fall 
Bv my Learner's fide, ■■■ 

At 



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v. i 

At length, the rifing fun 

Did to her fight reveal, too late, 
That Hero was undone ; 

Not by Leanders fault, but fate. 
Said ihe, I'll fhew, 
Tho 1 we are two, 
Our loves were ever one : 
This proof I'll give, 
I will not live, 
Nor ihall he die alone. 

VI. 
Down from the wall ihe leapt 
Into the raging feas to him, 
Courting each wave Ihe met, 

To teach her weary 'd arms to fvvim . 
The fea-gods wept, , 

Nor longer kept 
Ker from her lover's fide. 
When join'd at lair, 
She grafp'd him fail, 
Then figh'd, embrac'd, and died. 

Rare Willy drowtid in Yarrow, 
I. 

WILLT's rare, and Willfs fair, 
And Willys wondrous bony j 
And Willy heght to marry me, 
Gin e'er he married ony. 
II, 
Yeftreen I made my bed fu' braid, jj 

This night I'll make it narrow ; 
For a' the live-lang winter night 
Ily twin'd of my marrow. 
III. 
O came you by yon water-fide, 
Pou'd you the rofe'or lilly ? 
Or came you by yon meadow green ? 
Or law ve my fweet Willy ? 

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IV. 

She fought him eaft, flie fought him weft, 
She fought him braid and narrow 3 

Syne in the cleaving of a craig 
She found him drown'd in Yarrow. 



The King and the Miller* 
r 

O W happy a Hate does the miller poftefs I 



H 



Who wou'd be no greater, nor fears to be lefs d 
On his mill and himfelf he depends for fupport, 

Which is better than fervilely cringing at court. 
What tho' he all dufty and whit'ned does go, 

The more he's bepowder'd, the more like a beau : 
A Clown in his drefs may be honefter far, 

Than a Courtier who ftruts in his Garter and Stem 

J I. 

Tho' his hands are fo daub'd, they're not fit to be feen,, 

The hands of his Betters are not very clean; 
A palm more polite may as diilily deal, 

Gold in handling will ftickft the fingers like meal. 
What if, when a pudding for dinner he lacks, 

He cribs without fcruple from other ra|ns facks ; 
In this of right noble example he brags, 

Who borrow as freely from other mens bags. 

III. 
Ur fhou'd he endeavour to heap an eftate, 

In this too he mimicks the Tools of the Hate, 
Whofe aim is alone their coffers to fill, 

And all his concern's to bring grift to his mill ; 
He eats when he's hungry, and drinks when he's dry, 

And down when he's weary contented does \y, 
Then rifes up chearful to work and to fmg : 

If fo happy a MilUr, then who'd be a King ? 

Tamo 



Tamo tanto. 
I. 

SO much I love thee, O my treafure f 
That my flame no bounds does know : 
Oh ! look upon your fwain with pleafure, 
Box his pain fome pity ihow. 

II. 

Oh ! my charmer ! tho' I leave you, 
Yet my heart with you remains ; 
Let not then my abfence grieve you. 
Since with pride I wear your chains. 

i ■ i>r 1 1. ■ 1 1 ■ ~ 

The beautiful Singer v 
I. 

SINGING charms tke bleft above, 
Angels ling, and faints approve 5 
All we below 
Of heaven can fhow, 
Is that they both fing and love. 
II. 
Jlnna with an angel's air, 
Sweet her notes, her f%e as fair .; 
Vafials and kings 
Feel, when me fi ngs, 
Charms of waMling beauty near. 

III. 

Savage nature conquer' d lyes, 
All is wonder and furprize j *,jg 

Souls expiring, 
Hearts a-firing, 
By her charming notes and eyes, 
IV. 
Let the violin and harp 
Hang and moulder till they warp % 
Let flute and lyre 
In duft expire, 
Shatter'd by a VQ&VfeMf. 

P 6 Skiwt 



( 3 2 4 ) 

Sweet William's Ghojt. 
i. 

THE HE came aghoPi to Marg'refs door, 
With many a grievous groan, . 
And ay he tirled at the pin, 
But anfwer made fhe none. 

II. 

Is that my father Philip ? 

Or is' t my brother John ? 
Or is't my true love Willy 

From Scotland new come home I 
III. 
5 Tis not thy father Philip, 

Nor yet thy brother John | 
But 'tis thy true love Willy 

From Scotlaad new come home, 
IV. 
O fweet Marg'ret ! O dear Marg'ret / 

I pray thee fpeak to me, 
Give me my faith and troth,. Marg'ret- 

As I gave it to thee. 

V. 
Thy faith and troth thou's never get, 

Nor yet will I thee lend, 
Till that thou come within my bower, 

And kifs my cheek and chin. 
VI. 
If I mou'd come within thy bower, 

I am no earthly man ; 
And fhou'd I kifs thy rofy lips, 

Thy days will not be lang. 

VII. 

O fweet Mar £ ret ! Sec. as \th Stanza. 

VIII. 

Thy faith and troth thou's never get, 

Nor yet will I thee lend, 
Till you take me to yon kirk-yard, 

And wed me with a ring. 



My 



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IX. 

My bones are buried in yon kirk-yard > 

Afar beyond the fea ; 
And it is but my fpirit, Marg'ret,- 
That's now fpeaking to thee. 
X. 
She ftretch'd out her lilly-white hand. 

And for to do her beft, 
Hae there's your faith and troth, Willy 9 
God fend your foul good reft. 
XT. 
Now fhe has kilted her robes of green 

A piece below her knee, 
And a' the live-lang winter night 
The dead corp followed fhe. 
XII, 
Is there any room at your head, Willy ?■ 

Or any room at your feet ? 
Or any room at your iide, Willy, 
Wherein that I may creep ? 
XIII. 
There's no room at my head, Margret % 

There's no room at my feet ; 
There's no room at my iide, Margret, 
My coffin's made fo meet. 
XIV. 
Then up and crew the red red cock, 

And up then crew the gray, 
*Tis time, 'tis time, my dear Margret g 
That you were going away. 
XV. 
No more the ghoft to Mar g ret faid, 

But, with a grievous groan, 
Evanifh'd in a cloud of mill, 
And left her all alone. 

XVI. 
O flay, my only true love, ftay, 
The conllant Margret cry'd ; 
Wan grew her cheeks, me clos'deem, 
Stretch' d her loft limbs and dy'd, 



Great 



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Great Lamentation for the Lofs of Sweet' 

S E NISI NO. 

I. 

AS mufing I rang'd in a meadow aloEe, 
A beautiful creature was making her moan J 
Oh ! the tears they did trickle full fall from her eyes ■-•.- 
She pierc'd both the air and my heart with her cries. 
Oh ! the tears, &c. 

n. 

I gently requeued the caufe of her moan. 
She told me her fitekfoSeaifin was flown ; 
And in that fad pofture (he'd ever remain, 
Unlefs the dear charmer wou'd come back again; 
And in , &c. 

III. 

Why, who is this mortal fo cruel, faid I, 
That draws fuch a ftream from fo lovely an e^e ! 
To beauty fo blooming what man can be blind ! 
To paffion fo tender what monfter unkind .' 
To beauty, &c. 

IV. 

'Tis neither for man, nor for woman, faid me,. 
That thus in lamenting, T water the lee, 
My warbler- celeftial, fweet darling of fame, 
Is a fhadow of fomething, a lex without name. 
My warbler celeftial, &c. 

V. 

Perhaps, 'tis fome linnet, fome black-bird, faid I s , 
Perhaps 'tis your lark that has foar'd to the sky ; 
Come dry up your tears, and abandon your grief, 
I'll bring you another to give you relief. 
Gome dry, &c. 

VI. 

No linnet, no black-bird, no sky-lark, faid fhe r 
But one much more tuneful by far than all three ; 
My fweet Senijino, for whom I now cry, 
Is fweeter than all the wmg'd fongfters that fly. 
My fweet, &c. 

Adieu 



c 3*7 y 

vir. 

Adieu Tarinelli, CnXKoni like wife, 
Whom liars and whom garters extol to the skies 
Adieu to the opera, adieu to the ball, 
My darling is gone, and a fig for them alL 
Adieu, &c. 



The Virgins Prayer, 
I. 

CUPID, eafe a love-fick maid, 
• Bring thy quiver to her aid ; 
With equal ardour wound the fwain ■:■ 
Beauty ihould never figh in vain. 

ir. 

Let him feel the pleafmg fmart, 
Drive thy arrows through his heart ; 
When one you wound, you then deitroy j 
When both you kill, you kill with joy. 



Ungrateful Nanny 
1. 

DI D ever fwain a nymph adore, 
As I ungrateful Nanny do ? 
Was ever fhepherd's heart fo fore, 

Or ever broken heart fo true ? 
My cheeks are fweird with tears, but fHe 
Has never wet a cheek for me. 

II. 
W JifotoycalPa, did e'er tftay, 

Or linger when me bid me run ? 
She only had the word to fay, 

And all fhe wifh'd was q'uickly done; 
1 always think of her, but fhe 
Does ne'er beftow a thought on me* 



TO 



(3^3 ) 

III. 

To let her cows my clover tafte, 
Have I not rofe by break of day ? 

Did ever Nanny' 's heifers fatt, 
If Robin in his barn had hay. 

•JTho' to my fields they welcome were, 
I ne'er was welcome yet to her. 

IV. 

If ever Nanny loft a fheep, 

I cheerfully did give her two ; 

And I her lambs did Mely keep 
Within my folds in froft and fnow : 

Have they not there from cold been free ? 

But Nanny ftill is cold to me. 

V. 

When Nanny to the well did come, 
'Twas I that did her pitcher fill ; 

Full as they were, I brought them home { 
Her corn I carried to the mill; 

My back did bear the facte, but fhe 

Will never bear a fight of me. 

vr. 

To Nanny's poultry oats J gave, 
I'm fare they always had the beft ; 
Within this week her pidgeons have 
Eat up a peck of peafe at leaft. 
Her little pidgeons kifs, but flie 
Will never take a kifs from me. 

VII. 

Mull Robin always Nanny woo, 
And Nanny ftill on RMn frown ; 

Alas, poor wretch-! what fhall I do, 
If Nanny does not love me foon ! 

If no relief to me fhe'li bring, 

I'll hang me in her apron-firing. 



n- 



( 3*9 ) 

The Scullion's Complaint. 
I. 

BY the fide of a great kitchen fire, 
A fcullion fo hungry was laid, 
A pudding was all his defire ; 

A kettle fupported his head . 
The hogs that were fed by the houfe, 

To his figh with a grunt did reply ; 
And the guttur that car'd not a loufe, 

Ran mournfully muddily by. 
II. 
But when it was (et in a dim, 

Thus fadly complaining he cry'd, 
My mouth it does water, and wifh, 

I think it had better been fry'd; 
The butter around it was fpread, 

'Twas as great as a prince in his chair i 
Oh ! might I but eat it, he faid, 

The proof of the pudding lies there, 
III. 
How foolifh was I to believe 

It was made for fo homely a clown, 
Or that it would have a reprieve 

From the dainty fine folks of the town* 
Could I think that a pudding fo fine 

Would ever uneaten remove : 
"We labour that others may dine, 

And live in a kitchen on love. 
IV. 

What tho' at the fire I have wrought 

Where puddings we boil and we fry, 
Tho' part of it hither be brought, 

And none of it ever let by. 
Ah, Colin ! thou muft not be firft, 

Thy knife and thy trencher reiign ; 
There's Margaret will eat till {lie burit, 

And her turn is fooner than mine. 



Am\ 



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v. 

And you my companions fo dear, 

Who forrow to fee me fo pale, 
Whatever I fuffer, forbear, 

Forbear at a pudding to rail, 
Tho' I fhou'd through all the rooms rove* 

'Tis in vain from my fortune to go ; 
*Tis its fate to be often above, 

'lis mine Hill to want it below. 
VI. 
If while my hard fate I fuftain, 

In your breaits any pity be found,. 
Ye fervants that earlieft dine,, 

Gome fee how I \y on the ground : 
Then hang up a pan and a pot, 

And forrow to fee how I dwell ; 
And fay, when you grieve at my loty. 

Poor Colin lov'd pudding too well; 

VIL 

Then bac& to your meat you may go, 

Which you fet in your dimes fo prim,. 
Where fauce in the middle does flow, 

And flowers are ftrew'd round the brim * 
Whilft Colin, forgotten and gone, 

By the hedges (hall difmally rove, 
Unlefs when he fees the round moon,, * 

He thinks on a pudding above. * 



The Hunter's Song. 



WHen betimes on the morn to the fields we repair, 
We range where the chafe may be feated ;■ 
At the found of the horn, all difturbance and care 
Flies away from the din as defeated. 

Then 



m * See the excellent Original, Vol. III. p. 24.2, of which ihit 
is the Burlefaue. ' • 



istheBurlef<nie. 



( 33 1 ) 
ii. 

Then Joider did roar, hearing falter before* 
Brave mufick makes Sweet-lips and Mally, 
At the found of the noife the hunters rejoice, 
And the fquat makes the ratches to rally. 
III. 

Then cafting about, we find her anew, 
And we raife then a haloo to chear them ; 
The echoes around from the mountains refound, 
Rejoicing all hearts that do hear them. 

And when fhe turns weak, and her life's at the flake^ 
We take care to make her a feizure ; 
And foon as we kill, we recover at our will, 
And home we return at our leifure. 
V. 

And when we come home, our kind loving dame? 
With the beft of good chear can provide us ; 
Good liquors abound, "and healths go round, 
Till nothing that's bad can betide us. 
VI. 

Then we rife in a ring, we dance and we fing,. 
Having enough of our own none to borrow : 
Can the court of a king yield a pleafanter thing ? 
We're the fame juit, to day as to morrow. 



The jolly Bender* 



;B 



ACCHUS muft now his power refign, 
I am the only god of wine ; 
It is not fit the wretch ihou'd be 
In competition fet with me, 
Who can drink ten times more than he; 
II. 
Make a new world, ye powers divine, 
Stock it with nothing elfe but wine : 
Let wine the only producl be, 
Let wine be earth, be air and fea, 
And let that v&ne be all for me.- Le$; 



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in. 

Let wretched mortals vainly wear 
A tedious life in anxious care, 

Let the ambitious toil and think, 
Let itates and empires fwim or fink, 
My foul's ambition is to drink. 



Hhe Haymaker's Song, 

I. 

COAtf E, Neighbours, now we've made our hay i! 
The fun in hafte 
Drives to the weft, 
With fports, with fports conclude the day* 
Let ev'ry man chufe out his lafs, 
And then falute her on the grafs j 
And when you find 
She's coming kind, 
Let not that moment pafs; 
Then we'll tofs off our bowls, 

To true love and honour, 
To all kind loving girls, 
And the lord of the mannor« 

IL 

At night when round the hall we {% 
With good brown bowls 
To chear our fouls, 
And raife, and raife a merry chat: 
When blood grows warm, and love runs high,, 
And jokes around the table fly, 
Then we retreat, 
And that repeat 
Which all would gladly tryi 
Then we'll tofs off our bowls, 

To true love and honour, 
To all kind loving girls, 
And the lord of the mannor. 



(333) 



nr. 

Let lazy great ones of the town 
Drink night away, 
.And fleep all day, 
Till gouty, gouty they are grown j 
Our daily works fuch vigour give, 
That nightly fports we oft revive, 
And kifs our dames 
With flronger flames 
Than any prince alive : 
Then we'll tofs off' our bowls, 

To true love and honour, 
To all kind loving girls, 
And the lord of the man nor. 



Watty and Madge. 
In Imitation of William ^Margaret, 

I. 

?A-|-A W AS at the mining mid-day hour, 

J^ When all began to gaunt, 
Thac hunger rugg'd at Watty's breaity 

And the poor lad grow faint. 
II; 
His face was like a bacon ham 

That lang in reek had hung, 
„And horn-hard was his tawny hand 

That held his hazel-rung. 

in. f - 

So wad the fafteft face appear 

Of the maift dreffy fpark, 
And fuch the hands that lords wad hae* 

Were they kept clofe at wark. 

^is head was like a heathery bulh 

Beneath his bonnet biew, 
On his braid cheeks, frae lug to lug 5 

His bairdy briftles grew. 



m 



( 334 ) 
v. 

But hunger, like a gnawing worm, 

Gade rumbling through his kyte. 
An d nothing now but folid gear 

Cou'd give his heart delyte. 

VI. 

He to the kitchen ran with fpeed, 

To his lovM Madge he ran, 
:$unk down into the chimney-nook 

With vifage fowr and wan: 

VII. 

Get up, he cryes, my crifliy love, 

Support my finking faul 
With fomething that is fit to chew, 

Be't either het or caul. 

VIII. 

This is the how and hungry hour, 

When the bell cures for grief 
Are Cogue-fous of the lythy kail, 

And a good junt of beef. 

IX. 

Oh Watty, Watty, Madge replyes, 

I but o'er juftly trow'd 
Your love was thowlefs, and that ye 

JFor cake and pudding woo'd. 

X. 

Bethink thee, Watty, on that night, 

When all were fait afleep, 
How ye kifs J d me frae cheek to cheek. 

Now leave thefe cheeks to dreep. 

XI. 

How cou'd ye ca"' my hurdies fat, 

And comfort of your fight ? 
How cou'd ye roofe my dimpled hand, 

Now all my dimples flight . ? 

Why 



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XII. 

Why did you promife me a (hood, 
To bind my locks fae brown ? 

Why did you me fine garters heght, 
Yet let my hofe fa' down ? 

xnr. 

O faithlefs Watty, think how aft 

I ment your farks and hofe ! 
For you how mony bannocks flown, 

How mony cogues of brofe. 
XIV. 
But hark ! the kail-bell rings, and I 

Maun gae link afFthe pot j 
Come fee, ye ham, how fairlfweat, 

To ilegh your guts, ye fot. 
XV. 
The grace was faid, the mailer ferv'd ? 

Fat Madge return'd again, 
Blyth Watty raife and rax'd himfell, 

And fidg'd he was fae fain. 
XVI. 
He hy'd him to the favoury bench, 

Where a warm haggies flood, 
And gart his gooly through the bag 

Let out its fat heart's blood. 
XVII. 
And thrice he cryM, Come eat, dear Madge $ 

Of this delicious fare 5 
Syne claw'd it afi* moll cleverly, 
r Till he could eat nae mair. 



Cilja in a yeflhtnine Bower \ 
I. 

WH E N the bright God of day 
Drove weflwafd his ray, 
And the evening was charming and clear, 
The fwallows amain 
Nimbly skim o'er the plain, 
And our fhadows like giants appear, { 1 



(33M 
ii. 

In a jeffamine bower, 

When the bean was in flower, 
And Zephyrs breath'd odours around, 

Lov'd Celia fhe fat 

With her fong and fpinet, 
And fhe charm'd all the grove with her found 
III. 

Rofy bowers fhe fung, 

Whilft the harmony rung, 
And the birds they all fluttering arrive, 

The induftrious bees 

From the flowers and trees , 
Gently hum with their fweets to their hive, 
IV. 

The gay god of love, 

As he flew o'er the grove, 
By Zephyrs conduced along ; 

As fhe touch'd on the firings, 

He beat time with his wings, 
And echoe repeated the fong. 
V. 

O ye mortals ! beware 

How you venture too near, 
Love doubly is armed to wound ; 

Your fate you can't fhun, 

For your furely undone, 
If you raihly approach near the found. 



Were not" my Heart light y I wad die. 
I. 

THERE was anes a May, and me loo'd na men. 
She biggit her bonny bower down in yon glen, 
But now fhe crys dopl ! and a well-a-day ? 
Come down the green gate, and come here away. 
But noivjhe crysdoai! &c. 

Wta. 



( 337 ) 
ii. 

When benny young Johny came o'er the fez, 
He faid he favv naithing iae lovely as me ; 
He heglit me baith rings and mony braw things : 
And were na my heart light, I wad die. 
Hebegbt, &c. 

III. 

He had a wee titty that loo'd na me, 
Becaufe I was twice as bonny as me ; 
She rais'd fie a pother 'twixt him and his mother, 
That were na my heart light, I wad die. 
She raised, &c. 

IV. 

The day it was fet, and the bridal to be, 
The wife took a dwam, and lay down to die ; 
She main'd and (he grain'd out of dolour and pairij 
Till he vow'd he never wad fee me again. 
She main'd, &c. 

V. 

His kin was for ane of a higher degree, 
Said, what had he to do with the like of me ? 
Albeit I was bonny I wasna for Johny ; 
And were na my heart light, I wad die. 
Albeit I was, Sec. 

VL 

They faid, I had neither cow nor caff, 
Nor dribles of drink rins throw the draft*, 
Nor pickles of meal rins throw the mill-eye ; 
And were na my heart light, I wad die* 
Nor pickles of, &c. 

VII. 

His titty (he was baith wy lie and fiee, 
She fpy'd me as I came o'er the lee ; 
And then (he ran in and made a loud din. 
Believe your ain een, an ye trow na me. 
And then Jhe> &c. 

VIII. 

His bonnet flood ay feu round on his brow, 
His add ane looks ay as well as iome's new : 

Q. Bat 



( 338 ) 

But now he lets't wear onv gate it will hing, 
And call himfell dowie upon the corn-bing. 
But no-xv he, &c. 

IX. 
And now he gaes drooping about the dykes, 
And a' he dow do is to hund the tykes : 
The live-lang night he ne'er fteeks his eye, 
And were na my heart light, I wad die. 
The li-ve-lang, &c. 

X. 

Were I young for thee, as I hae been, 
We ihou'd hae been galloping down on yon green^ 
And Jinking it on the'lilly-white lee ; 
And wow gin I were but young for thee. 
And linking, Sec. 



w 



Kind Robin foes me. 

Robin. 
H ILST I alone your foul pofleft, 
And none more lov'd your bofom preft, 
V e gods, what king like me was blert, 
When kind Jeany lo'ed me .' 
Hey ho Jeany, quoth he, 
Kind Robin lo'es thee. 

J E A N Y . 

Whilft you adord no other fair, 
Nor Kate with me your heart did fhare, 
What queen with Jeany cou'd compare, 
When kind Robin lo'ed nTe ! 
Hey ho Robin, &c: 

Robin. 
Katy now commands my heart, 
Kate who fings with fo much art, 
Whofe life to lave with mine I'd part I 
For kind Katy lo'es me. 
Hey ho Jeany, &c. 



Jeany] 



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JEA NY. 

Paty now delights mine eyes, 
He with equal ardour dies, 
Whole life to fave I'd perifh twice ; 
For kind Paty lo'es me. 
Hey bo Robin, &c. 

Rob in. 
What if I Kate for thee difdain, 
And former love return again, 
To link us in the ftrongeft chain ; 

For kind Robin lo'es thee. 
Hey he Jeeny, &c. 

Jeany: 
Tho* Pat/s kind, as kind can b? f 
And thou more ftormy than the fea, 
Td chufe to live and die with thee, 
If kind Robin lo'es me. 
Hey bo Robin, &c. 



O my heavy heart/ 

Tune of, The Broom of Cowdenknows, 
I. 

OMy heart, my heavy, heavy heart, 
Swells as't wou'd burll in twain ? 
No tongue can e'er defcribe its fmart ; 
Nor I conceal its pain. 

IL 
Blow on ye wind?, defcend foft rains, 

To footh my tender grief : 
Your folemn mufick lulls my pain y 

And yields me ihort relief. 
O my heart, Sec. 

III. 
In fome lone corner would I fit, 

Retired from human kind ; 
Since mirth, nor mow, nor iparkling wk, 
Can eafe my anxious mind. 
Q my heart, &c. 

Q^ The 



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IV. 

The fun which makes all nature gay, 

Torments my weary eyes, 
And in dark fhades I pafs the day, 

Where echoe fleeping lyes. 
O my heart, Sec. 

V. 
The fparking ftars which gayly mine, 

And glittering deck the night, 
Are all fuch cruel foes of mine, 

I ficken at their fight. 
O mv heart, &C. 

VI. 
The gods themfelves their creatures love, 

Who do their aid implore ; 
O learn of them, and blefj the nymph 

Who only you adore. 
O my heart, &C. 

VII. 
The ftrongeft paffion of the mind, 

The greateit blifs we know, 
Arifes from fuccefsful love, 

If not the greateit woe. 
O my heart, &c. 



Bellafpelling. 
I. 

L L you that would reiine your blood 
As pure as fam'd Levelling, 
B> water clear, come every year 

And drink at Bellafpelling. 
Tho' pox or itch your skin enrich 

With rubies pait the telling, 
' Twill clear your skin, ere you have been 
A month at Bellafpelling. 
II. 
Tho' ladies cheeks be green as leeks 

When they come from their dwelling, 
The kindling role within them blows 

.While file's at Bellafpelling. The;: 



( 34i ) 

The futty brown jufl: come from town, 

Grows here as frefh as Helen ; 
Then back me goes to kill the beaus 

By dint of Bellafpelling. 

III. 
Our ladies are as frefn and fair 

As Rojs or bright Dunkellivg, 
And Mars might make a fair mi(lake 3 

Were he at Bellafpelling. 
We muft fubmit as they think fit, 

And there is no rebelling ; 
The reafon's plain, the ladies reign 

Our queens at Bella/petting. 
IV. 
By matchlefs charms and conquering arm$ 

They have the way of quelling 
Such defperate foes, as dare oppofe . 

Their power at Bellafpelling. 
Cold water turns to fire and burns, 

I know't becaufe I fell in 
The happy flream where a fair dame 

Did bathe at Bellafpelling. 

V. ) 

Fine beaus advance, equipt for dance, 

And bring their Anne and Nell in 
With fo much grace, I'm fure no place 

Can vie with Bellafpelling. 
No politicks, or fubtile tricks, 
. No man his country felling ; 
We eat and drink, and never, think, 

Like rogues at Bellafpelling. 
VI. 
The pain'd in mind, the puff'd with wind, 

They all come here pell-mell in, 
And they are fure to find a cure 

By drinking Bellafpelling. 
Tho' dropfy fill you to the gill, 

From chin to toe high fwelling, 
Pour in, pour out, you need not doubt 

A cure at Bellafpelling. 

Q.3 Death 



( 342 ) 

VII. 

Death throws no darts in thefe good parts^ 

No fextons here are knelling : 
Come judge and try, you'll never die 

While you're at Bellafpelling ; 
Except you feci darts tip'd with fteel, 

Which here are every belle in, 
When from their eyes lweet ruin rlys, 

You die at Bella fpelliw. 

VIII. 
Good chear, good air, much joy, no care, 

Your fight, your tafte and fmelling, 
Your ears, your touch, tranfported muck 

Each day at Bellafpelling. 
Within this bound we all fleep found, 

No noify dogs are yelling, 
Except you wake for Celiac fake 

Ail night at Bellafpelling. 
IX. 
Here all you fee, both he and fi% 

No lady keeps her cell in, 
But all partake the mirth we make, 

Who live at Bellafpelling. 
\ly rhime is gone, I think lVe done, 

Unlefs I fhou'd bring hell in ; 
But fince we're here to heaven fo near, 

1 can't at Bellafpelling. 



The wandering Beauty. 
I, 

THE graces and the wandering loves 
Are fled to diitant plains. 
To chace the fawns, or in the groves 

To wound admiring fwains : 
With their bright Mijlref there they flray, 

Who turns her carelefs eyes 
From daily victories ; yet each day 
Beholds new triumphs in her way., 

And conqueis as me flys,. 

dhdeonqueny &.c But' 



( 343 ) 
ii. 

Rut fee ? implofd by moving prayers 

To change the lover's pain ; 
Venus her harnefs'd doves prepares, 

And brings the Fair again. 
Proud mortals who this Maid purfu?, 

Think you fhe'll e'er refign ? 
Ceafe fools your wiiTies to renew, 
mill me grows rlefh and blood like you-, 

Or you like her divine, 

Or you, &c. 



The Sweet Temptation. 
I. 

SAW ye the nymph whom I adore ? 
Saw ye the goddefs of my heart ? 
And can you bid me love no more ? 
And can ye think I feel no fmart ? 
II. 
So many charms around her mine, 

Who can the fvveet temptation fly ? 
Spite of her fcorn, ihe's fo divine, 
That I mull love her, tho' I die. 



Bonny Barbara Allan. 
i. 

IT was in and about the Martinmas time, 
When the green leaves were a fallings 
That Sir John Graeme in the weft country 
Fell in love with Barbara Allan. 
II. 
He fent his man down through the town, 
To the place where (he was dwelling, 
O haile and come to my mailer dear, 
Gin ye be Barbara Mian. 

0^4 O hoolr, 



( 344 ) 
in. 

O hooly, hooly rofe me up, 

To the place where iie was lying, 

And when flie drew the curtain by, 
Young man, I think you're dying. 

IV. 

O its I'm fick, and very very fick, 

And "'tis a' for Barbara Allan. 
O the better for me ye*s never be, 

The' your heart's blood were a fpilling, 

V. 

O dinna ye mind, young man, faid me, 
When ye was in the tavern a drinking, 

That ye made the healths gae round and round, 
And /lighted Barbara Man. 

VI. 

He turn'd his face unto the wall, 
And death was with him dealing ; 

Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, 
And be kind to Barbara Allan. 

VII. 

And ilowly, flowTy raife me up, 

And flowly, flowly left him ; 
And iighing, faid, me cou'd not ftay, 

Since death, of life had reft him. 

VIIL 
She had not gane a mile but twa, 

When (he heard the. dead-bell ringing, 
And every jow that the dead-bell geid, 

It cry 'd, Wee to Barbara Allan. 

IX. 

O mother, mother, make my bed, <"" 

O make it fa ft and narrow, 
Since my love died for me to day, 

111 die for him the morrow. 



23* 



( 345 ) 
The Topers Petition, 



I. 

O Grant me, kind Bacchus, 
The god of the vine, 
Not a pipe nor a tun, 

But an ocean of wine, 
With a (hip that's well man'd 

With'fuch rare-hearted fellows, 
Who ne'er left the tavern 

For a porterly are-houfe. 
II, 
Let the mip fpring a leak, 

To let in the tipple, 
Without pump or long-boat, 

To fave fhip or people : 
So that each jolly lad 

May always be bound, 
Or to drink, or to drink, 

Or to drink, or be drcwn'd, 
III. 
When death does prevail, 

It is my defign 
To be nobly intomb'd 

In a wave of good wine : 
So that living or dead, 

Both body and fpirit, 
May float round the world 

In an ocean of claret. 



The Relief by the Bowl. 

SINCE drinking has power to bring us relief, 
Come fill up a bowl, and the pox on all grief : 
If we find that won't do, we'll have fuch another, 
And fo we* 11 proceed from one bowl ;o another ; 
Till, like fons of Apollo, we'll make our wit foar, 
Or in homage to Bacchus fall down o* the floor. 

'Q.,5 dp*!!* 



{ J4& > 



Apollo and Bacchus were both merry fouTs,.- 
Each of them delighted to tofs off'their bowls %- 
Then let us to fliew ourfelves mortals of merit, 
By toafting thefe gods in a bowl of good claret, 
And then we mall each be deferving of praife : 
But the man that drinks moll fhall go off with the bays* 

On Mafinry.. 
I. 

BY Ma/en's art, the afpiring dome 
In various columns fhallarife ; 
All climates are their native home, 

Their godlike actions reach the skits. 
Heroes and Kings' revere their name, 
And Peels fmg their death-lefs fame. 

II. 
Great, gen'rous, noble, wife and brave^ 

Are tides they molt juftly claim ; 
Their deeds fhall live beyond the grave-, 

Which babes unborn i'hall loud prcelaim ; 
Time lhall their glorious acts inroll, 
Wjiilfl love and friendihip charm the foul. 



K fhe Coquet. 
I. 

F'R O M mit^i and Wili% 
To purling rills, 
The Fove-fick Strephm flies ;. 
There, full of woe, 
His numbers flow, 
And all in rhime he dies. 

IL 
The fair coquet, 
With feign'd regret, 
Invites him back to town j 

But 



( 347 ) 



But when in tears 
The lad appears, 
She meets him with a frown. 

Ill- 
Full oft the maid 
This prank had play'd, 

'Till angry Strephoy fwore, 
And what is ftrange, 
Tho' loth to change, 

Would never fee her more. 



Gently touchy &c. 

L 

GENTLY touch the warbling lyre. 
Chloe feems inclin'd to reft, 
Fill her foul with fond defire, 

Softeft notes will footh her brealt. 
Plealing dreams affift in love, 
Let them all propitious prove, 

II. 
On the molly bank {he lyes, 

( Nature's verdant velvet-bed ) 
Beauteous flowers meet her eye% 
Forming pillows for her head. 
Zephyrs wafc their odours round, 
And indulging whifpers found. 



IMITATED. 



GENTLY Mir and blow the fire;. 
Lay the mutton down to roait ; 
Get me, quick, 'tis my defire, 
In the dreeping-pan a toarl. 
That my hunger may remove $ 
Mutton is the meat I love. 



( 34§ ) 

II. 

On the drefTer fee it lyes : 

Oh the charming white and red I 

Finer meat ne'er met my eyes,- 
On the fweeteft grafs it fed : 

Swiftly make the jack go round, 

Let me have it nicely brown'd. 

III. 

On the table fpread the cloth, 

Let the knives be fharp and clean £ 

Pickles get of every fort, 

And a fallad crifp and green : 

Then with fmall beer and fparkling wine, 
O ye Gods ! how I mall dine. 

The happy Beggars. 

Queen of the Beggars. 

OW bleft are beggar-laffes, 
Who never toil lor trealure ! 
We know no care, but how to fhare 

Each day fucceffive pleafure. 
Brink away, let's be gay, 

Beggars ftill with bills abound, 
Mirth and joy ne'er can cloy, 

Whilft the fparkling glafsgoes rouad» 
Tirfl Woman. 

A fig for gaudy fafh'ons, 

No want of clothes opprefles ; 

We live at eaie with rags and fleas,, 
We value not our dre'lies. 

Drink crway, &c. 

Second Woman. 

'We fcofH all ladies wafhes, 

With which they ipoil each feature;, 
Ko patch or paint our beauties want, 

We live in fimple nature. 
Brink away, &C» 



No 



( 349 ) 

Third Woman. 
No cholick, fpleen, or vapours, 

At morn or evening teafe us j 
We drink not tea, or ratafia ; 

When Tick, a dram can eafe us. 
Drink away, &c. 

Fourth Woman. 
That ladies act in private, 

By nature's fo ft compliance ; 
We think no crime, when in our prime., 

To kifs without a licence. 
Drink away, &c. 

Fifth Woman. 
We know no fliame or fcandal, 

The beggars law befriends us ; 
We all agree in liberty, 

And poverty defends us. 
Drink away, &c. 

Sixth Woman, 
Like jolly beggar wenches, 

Thus, thus we drown all forrow 5 
We live to day, and ne'er delay 

Our pleafure till to morrow. 
Drink a c ivay, &c. 



Lucy and Colin, 
I. 

OF LeiJIer, fam'd for maidens fair 3 
Bright Lucy was the grace ; 
Nor e'er did Liffy's, limped ftream 

Reflecl fo fweet a face : 
'Till lucklefs love and pining care 

Impair'd her rofy hue, 
Her coral lips and damask cheeks, 
And eyes of gloffy blue. 



oU 



( 350 ) 
ii. 

OK f have you feen a lilly pale, 

When beating rains defcend ? 
So droop'd the flow-confuming maid, 

Her life was near an end . 
By Lucy warn'd, of fktt'ring fvvains 

Take heed, ye eafy fair, 
Of vengeance due to broken vows, 

Ye perjur'd fwains, beware. 

III. 
Three times, all in the dead of night,. 

A bell was heard to ring ; 
And fhreeking at her window thriee, 

The raven flap'd his wing : 
Too well die love-lorn maiden knew 

The folemn bodding found, 
And thus in dying words befpoke, 

The virgins weeping round : 

IV. 
" I hear a voice you cannot hear, 

" Which fays, I muft notftay j 
" I fee a hand you cannot fee, 

'• Which becko— : me away. 
e( By a faK " aoiCrt and broken vows, 

" In early youth I die ; 
^ Was I to blame, becaufe his bride 

'* Was thrice as rich as I ? 



*' Ah Colin! give not her thy vows r 

*' Vows due to me alone 5 
9( Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kifs^. 

" Nor think him all thy own. 
*' To morrow in the church to wed, 

** Impatient both prepare : 
f« But know, fond maid, and know falfe man y 

* That Lucy will be there. 



f* Then- 



(35* 1 
vi. 

** Then bear my coarfe, my comrades, bear, 

" This bridegroom blyth to meet ; 
" He in his wedding-trim fo gay, 

" I in my winding-meet. 
She fpcke, me dy'd : her coarfe was born 3 . 

The bridegroom blyth to meet ; 
He in his wedding-trim fo gay, 

She in her winding-meet. 

VII. 

Then what were perjur'd Colin 's thoughts f 

How were thefe nuptials kept ! 
The bride's men flock'd round Lucy dead 3 

And all the village wept. 
Confufion, fhame, remorfe, defpair, 

At once his bofom fwell ; 
The damps of death bedew'd his brow,, 

He fhook, he groan' d, he fell. 

VIII. 
From the vain bride (ah bride no more ! ) 

The varying crimfon fled, 
When ftretch'd before her rival's coarfe 3 . 

She faw her husband dead. 
Then to his Lucys new made grave, 

Convey'd. by trembling fwains, 
One mold with her, beneath one fod^ 

For ever now remains. 

IX. 

Oft at his grave, the conftant hind,. 

And plighted maids are feen ; 
With garlands gay and true love knots 

They deck the facred green- 
But {wain forefworn, whoe'er thou art, 

This hallow'd fpot forbear ; 
Remember CV/Vs dreadful fate, 

And fear to meet him here. 



Db- rust's 



(IS*) 
Dermet\j Cronnoch, 
I. 

ON E Sunday after mafs, 
Dermet and his lafs 
To the Greenwood did pafs, 
All alone, all alone, 
All alone, all alone, all afone, 

II. 

He ask'd for a pogue, 
And fhe call'd him a rogue, 
And ftruck him with her brogue. 
Ahon ! ahon ! ahon ! 

III. 

r Said he, my dear (hoy , 
Why will you prove coy ? 
Let us play, let us toy, 

All alone, all alone, 

All alone, all alone, all alone. 

IV. 
If I were fb mild, 
You are fo very wild, 
You would get me a mild: 

Ahon ! ahon ! ahon ! 

V. 
He brib'd her with fruits, 
And he brib'd her with nuts, 
'Till a thorn prick'd her foots. 

Haloo ! haloo ! haloo ! haloo f 

VI. 

w Shall I pull it out ! 
You will hurt me, I doubt, 
And make me to mout. 

Haloo ! haloo I haloo I 



A Review 



\ v 



( 353 ) 

A Review of St. Paul'j Churchy 

Covent Garden, 

i. 

HAVING fpent all my time, 
Upon women and wine, 
I went to the church out of fpite ; 

Bat wnat the prieft faid 

Is quite out of my head, 
I refolv'd not to edify by' t. 
II. 

All the women I view'd, 

Both religious and lewd, 
From the fable top-knot to the fcarlets j 

An even wager I'd lay, 

That at a foul play 
The houfe ne'er fwarm'd (6 with harlots. 
III. 

Madam lovely I faw 

With her daughters-in law, 
Who me offers to fale ev'ry Sunday j 

In the midft of her prayers 

She negociates affairs, 
And figns ailignations for Monday. 
IV. 

Next, a baron knight's daughter, 

Whole own mother taught her, 
By precept and practical nocions, 

To wear gaudy clothes, 

And ogle the beaux, 
Was at church,, to lhew figns of devotion- 
V. 

Next, a lady of fame, 

Who we lhall not name, 
She'll give you no trouble hi teaching ^ 

She has a very fine book, 

But ne'er on it does look, 
And regards neither praying nor preaching. 

Madam 



( 354 ) 



VI. 

Madam fair there me fits, 

Almoft out of her wits, 
Betwixt vice and devotion debating ; 

She's as vicious as fair, 

And has no bufinefs there, 
To hear mailer Tickle text prating. 
VII. 

From the corner of the fquaie 

Comes a hopeful young pair, 
As religious as they fee occafion; 

But if patches or paint 

Be true figns of a faint, 
We've no reafon to fear their damnation. 

VIII. 

When thus he ha,d done, 

He bleft every one, 
With his benediction the people : 

So I run to the Crown, 

Left the church fhou'd fall down, 
And beat out my brains with the ileeple. 



Susans Complaint and Remedy, 
I. 

AS down in the meadows I chanced to pafs, 
Oh ! there I beheld a young beautiful lafs P 
Her age, I am fare, it was fcarcely fifteen, 

And me on her head wore a garland of green ; 
Her lips were like rubies ; and as for her eyes 

They fparked like diamonds, or liars in the skies, 
And as for her voice it was charming and clear, 
And ihe fung a fong for the lofs of her dear. 
II. 
Why does my love Willy prove falfeand unkind ? 
Ah ! why does he change like the wavering wind, 
From one that is loyal in ev^ry degree ? 
Ah ! wh y does he change to another from me ? 



( 355 ) 

Or does he take pleafure to torture mefo ? 
Or does he delight in my fad overthrow ? 
Sufannah will always prove true to her trull, 
Tis pity lov'd Willy ihou'd prove fo unjuft. 
III. 
In the meadows as we were a making of hay, 
There did we pafs the foft minutes away ; 
Then was I kifs'd, and fet down on his knee, 
No man in the world was fo loving as he. 
And as he went forth to harrow and plow, 
I milk'd him fweet fillabubs under my cow ; 
O then I was kifs'd as I fat on his knee ! 
No man in the world was fo loving as he. 

IV. 

But now he has left me ! and Fanny the fair 
Employs all his wifhes his thoughts and his care I 
He kiffes her lip as me fits on his knee, 
And fays all the fweet things he once faid to me : 
But if me believe him, the falfe-hearted fwain 
Will leave her, and then fhe with me may complain. 
For nought is more certain, believe filly Sue, 
Who once has been faithlefs can never be true. 

V. 

She finim'd her fong, and 'rofe up to be gone* 
When over the meadow came jolly young John, 
Who told her that flae was the joy of his life, 
And if fhe'd confent he wou'd make her his wife : 
She cou'd not refufe him, fo to church they went i 
Young Willy 's forgot, and young Sufan's content. 
Moil men are like Willy, moil women like Sue ; 
If men will be falfe, why fnoa'd women be true ? 



The abler. 

ACobler there was, and he liv'd in a flail, 
Which ferv'd him for parlour, for kitchen and hall* 
No coin in his pocket, no care in his pate, 
No ambition had he, nor duns at his gate, 

Derry down, down, down, derry down. 

Contented 



(356) 
n. 

Contented he work'd, and he thought himfelf iappy 
If at night he cou'd purchafe a cup of brown nappy ; 
He'd laugh then and whittle, and fingtoo moil fweet, 
Saying juft to a fcair I've made both ends meet. 
Derry douun, &c. 

III. 
But love the difturber of high and of low, 
That moots at the peafant as well as the beau, 
He mot the poor cobler quite thro' the heart, 
I wifh it had hit fome more ignoble part. 
Derry down, Sec. 

IV. 
It was from a cellar this archer did play, 
Where a buxom young damfel continually lay ; 
Her eyes fhone fo bright when {he rofe every day, 
That (he mot the poor cobler itraight over the way, 
Derry down, &c. 

' V. 
He fung her love-fongs as he fat at his work, 
But me was as hard as a Jew or a Turk : 
When ever he fpoke,lhe woud flounce,-and wou'd tear, 
Which put the poor cobler quite into defpair. 
Derry down, See. 

VI. 
He took up his awl, that he had in th« world, 
And to make away with himfelf was refolv'd, 
He piere'd thro' his body inilead of the fole : 
So the cobler he dy'd, and the bell it did toll. 
Deny doivn y &c. 



The bonny Earl of Murray, 
i. 

YE Highlands and ye Lavvlands, 
Oh ! where have you been ? 
They have flain the Earl of Murray, 
And they lay'd him on the greeri ! 
ffiej have, &c. 



Now . 



( 357 ) 
ii. 

Now wae be to thee, Huntly, 

And wherefore did you fae ? 
I bade you bring him wi' you, 

But forbade you him to flay. 
1 bade, &c. 

, III. 
He was a braw gallant, 

And he rid at the ring ; 
And the bonny Earl of Murray, 

Oh ! he might have been a Kinj 
And the. Sec. 

IV. 
He was a braw gallant, 

And he play'd at the ba' ; 
And the bonny Earl of Murray 

Was the flower amang them a\ 
And the, Sec. 

V. 
He was a braw gallant, 

And he play'd at the glove ; 
And the bonny Earl of Murray, 

Oh ! he was the Queen's love. 
And the, Sec. 

VI. 
Oh ! lang will his lady 

Lsok o'er the cattle Down, 
E'er me fee the Earl of Murray 

Come founding thro* the town. 
E'er/he, Sec. 



If e'er I do well, 'tis a Wonder. 

L 

WHEN I was a young lad, 
My fortune was bad ; 
If e'er I do well, 'tis a wonder : 

I fpent 



( 35^ ) 



I fpent all my means 

On whores, bawds and cueans : 
Then I got a commiffion to plunder. 

Fall all de rail, Sec. 

II. 

The hat I have on 

So greafy is grown, 
Remarkable 'tis for its mining : 

*Tis flitch'd all about, 

Without button or loop, 
And never a bit of a lining. 

Fall all de rail, &c. 

III. 

The coat I have on, 

So thread-bare is worn, 
So out at the armpits and elbows, 

That I look as abfurd 

As a fa i lor on board, 
That has ly'n fifteen months in the bilbos. 

Fall all de rally Sec. 

IV. 

My fhirt it is tore 

Both behind and before, 
The colour is much like a cinder ; 

'Tis fo thin and fo fine, 

That it is my defign 
To prefent it to the mufes for tinder. 
Fall all de rail, &c. 

V. 

My blue fuftian breeches 

Is wore to the Hitches, 
My legs you may fee what's between them i 

My pockets all four, 

I 1 m the fon of a whore, 
If there's ever one farthing within them , 

Fall all de rail, &e. 

VI. 

I have flockings, 'tis true, 
But the devil a fhoe, 
Vm oblig'd to wear boots in all weather ; 



Be 



( 359 ) 



Be damn'd the boot-fole, 
Curfe on the fpur-roll, 
Confounded be the upper- leather,' 
Fall all de rail, &c. 

vir. 

Had ye then but ieen 

The fad plight I was in, 
Ye'd not feen fuch a poet amongft twenty ; 

I have nothing that's full, 

But my fhirt and my fcull, 
For my pockets and belly were empty. 

Fall all derail, &c 



The Fumblers Rant. 
I. 

COME carles a* of fumblers ha\ 
And I will tell you of our fate, 
Since we have married wives that's braw, 
And canna pleafe them when 'tis late : 
A pint we'll take, our hearts to chear ; 

What fauts we have, our wives can tell : 
Gar bring us in baith ale and beer, 
The auideft bairn we hae's our fell. 
II. 
Chrifl'ning of weans we are redd off, 

The parifli prieit 'tis he can tell, 
We aw him nought but a gray groat, 

The off 'ring for the houfe we dwill. 
Our bairns's tticher is a* paid, 

We're mailers of the gear our fell ; 
Let either well or wae betide, 

Here's a health to a* the wives that's yeK. 
III. 
Our nibour's auld fon and the lafs, 
Into the barn amang the ftrae, 
He grips her in the dark beguefs, 
And after that comes meikle wae. 

Repentance 



( 36o ) 

Repentance ay comes afterhin', 

It coil the carle baith corn and hay j 
We're quat of that with little din, 

Sic croiTes haunt ne'er you nor L 

IV. 

Now merry, merry may we be, 

When we think on our nibour Robie, 
The way the carle does, we fee, 

Wi' his auld fon and daughter Maggy « 
Boots he maun hae, piftols, why not ; 

The huffy maun hae corkit fhoon : 
We are no fae ; gar fill the pot, 

We'll drink to a' the hours at e'en. 
V. 
Here's a health to John Mackay we'll drinkj, 

To Hughie, Jndrenv, Rob and Tarn ; 
We'll fit and drink, we'll nod and wink, 

It is o'er foon for us to gang. 
Foul fa the cock, he'as fpiit the play, 

And I do trow he's but a fool, 
We'll fit a while, 'tis lang to day, 

For a' the cocks they rave at Tool. 
VI. 
Since we have met, we'll merry be, 

'The formal): hame mall bear the mell ; 
I'll let me down, left I be fee, 

For fear that I fhou'd bear't my fell. 
And I, quoth Rob, and down fat he, 

The gear fhall never me out-ride, 
But we'll take a fovvp of the barley-bree, 

And drink to our yell fire-fide. 

The Matron's Wifi. 
I. 

'HEN my locks are grown hoary, 
And my vifage looks pale > 
When my forehead-has wrinkles, 
And my eye-fight does fail ; 

Let 



( 36i ) 

Let my words and my actions 

Be free from all harm, 
And may I have my old husband 

To keep my back warm. 

Cho ru s. 

The pleafures of youth 

Are flowers but of May ; 
Our liefs but a vapour, 

Our body's but clay ; 
O let me live well, 

fho 1 live but a day. 

n. 

With a fermon on Sunday, 

And a bible of good print ; 
With a pot on the lire, 

And good viands in't ; 
With ale, beer and brandy, 

Both winter and fummer, 
To drink to my goffip, 

And be pledg'd by my cummer, 
7 'be pleafures »f &c. 

III. 

With pigs and with poultry, 

And fome money in ftore, 
To purchafe the needful, 

And to give to the poor : 
With a bottle of Canary 

To fip without iin, 
And to comfort my daughter 

Whene'er (he lyes in. 

The pleafures, Sec. 

IV. 

With a bed foft and eafy 

To reft on at night, 
With a maid in the morning 

To rife with the light, 



To 



( 362 ) 

To do her work neatly, 
And obey my defire, 
To make the houfe clean, 
And blow up the fire. 

The p/eafures of, Sec. 
V. 
With health and content, 
And a good eafy chair ; 
With a thick hood and mantle, 

When I ride on my mare. 
Let me dwell near my cup-board, 

And far from my foes, 
With a pair of glafs eyes 
To clap on my nofe. 

The pleafures of, &c. 
VI. 
A»d when I am dead, 

With a figh let them fay, 
Our honeft old cummer's 
Now laid in the clay : 
When young, me was chearful, 

No (cold, ns>r no whore ; 
She afufted her neighbours, 
And gave to the poor. 

Tho 1 the flower of her youth 

In her age did decay, 
Tho* her lift like a vapour 

E<vanijb*d a<way, 
She li-vd well and happy 
Unto her lajf day. 



The free Mafo?is Song. 
I. 

COME let us prepare, 
We Brothers that are 
Aflembled, on merry occafion : 
Let's drink, laugh and fmg, 
Our wine has a Ipring ; 
Here's a health to an accepted mafoa. 



( 3*J ) 

ir. 

The world is in pain 

Our fecret to gain, 
And ftill let them wonder and gase oft : 

They ne'er can divine 

The word, or thefign, 
Of a free and an accepted mafon. 
III. 

*Tis this and 'tis that, 

They cannot teli what, 
Why fo many great men of the nation 

Should aprons put on, 
To make themfelves one 

With a free and an accepted mafon. 
IV. 

Great kings, dukes and lords, 

Have laid by their fwords, 
Our myft'ry to put a good grace on, 

And ne'er been aiham'd 

To here themfelves nam'd 
With a free and an accepted mafcH. 
V. 

Still firm to our truft, 

In friendihip we're juit, 
Oar actions we guide by our reafon : 

By obferving this rule, 

The paflions move cool 
Of a free and an accepted mafon. 

VI. 

All idle debate 

About church or the Hate, 
The fprings of impiety and treafoit i 

Thefe raifers of ilrife 

Ne'er ruffle the life 
Of a free and an accepted mafen* 

VII. 

Antiquity's pride 
We have on our fide, 
Which adds high renown to our ftation i 

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\ 364 5 

Therms nought but what's good 

To be underilood 
By a free and an accepted mafon. 
VIII. 

The clergy embrace, 

And all Jaron's race , 
Our fquare actions their knowledge to place on 

And in each degree 

They'll honoured be 
With a free and an accepted mafon* 
IX. 

We're true and fincere 

In our love to the fair, 
Who will truft us on every, occafion : 

No mortal can more 

The ladies adore 
Than a free and an accepted mafon. 

X. 
Then join hand in hand, 

T' each other firm Hand, 
Let's be merry, and put a good face on : 

What mortal can boaft 

So noble a toaft 
As a free and an accepted mafon ? 



The Sailor's Rant. 
I. 

HO W pleafant a failor's life pafles, 
Who reams o't;r the watery main I 
No treafure he everamalfes, 

But chearfuliy fpends all his gain; 
We're Grangers to party and faction, 

To honour aud honeify true ; 
And would not commit a bad action, 
For power or profit in view. 



Ck o r u s • 



( 365 ) 

Chorus. 
*Xhen vuhy JJjoald 'ave quarrel for riches, 

Or any fuch glittering toy ? 
A light heart and a thin pair of breeches 

Goes thorQW the world, brave boy . 
II. 
The world is a beautiful garden, 

Enrich'd with the bleifings of life, 
The toiler with plenty rewarding. 

Which plenty too often breeds ftrife. 
When terrible tempefts afiail us, 

And. mountainous billows affright 5 
No grandeur or wealth can avail us, 

But skilful induflry {leers right. 
Ihen ivhyjhould, Sec. 

III. 
The courtier's more fubjec't to dangers, 

Who rules at the helm of the ftate, 
Than we, that to politicks are Grangers 

Efcape the fnares laid for the gceat. 
The various bleffmgs of nature, 

fn various nations we try: 
No mortal than us can be greater., 

Who merrily live till we dy. 
Then ivbyjbould, &C 

A hove Song in the Modern Tafte, 

By Dr. Swift, 

1. 

FL U T T ' R I KG fpread thy purple pinions, 
Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart j 
la flavein thy dominions, 
Nature mult give way to art. 
II. 
Mild Orcadians, ever blooming, 

Nightly nodding o'er your flocks, 
See my weary days conHiming* 
All beneath yon flowery rocks. 

R 3- Thus 



( 366 | 
in. 

Thus the Cyprian goddefs weepings 

Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth, 
Him the boar, in filence creeping, 

Gor'd with unrelenting tooth. 
IV. 
Cynthia tune harmonious numbers, 

Fair Difcretion firing the lyre, 
Sooth my ever waking numbers,. 

Brighj Apollo lend thy choir, 
V. 
Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors, 

Arm'd in adamantine chains,. 
Lead me to the cryftal mirrors 

Wat'ring foft Elvfian plains. 

VI. 

Mournful cyprefs, verdant willow.,. 

Gilding my Aarelia's, brows, 
Morpheus hov'ring o*ermy pillow, 

Hear me pay my dying vows. 
VII. 
Melancholy, fmooth meander 

Swiftly purling in a round, 
Qn thy margin lovers wander, 

W ith thy flow'ry chaplets crowned 
VIII. 
Thus when Philomela drooping, 

Softly feeks her filent mate ; 
.See the birds of Juno ftooping : 

Melody refigns to fate.. 



Silvia and the Flask. 

I Thank thee, my friend, 
That at length you declare, 
Why Silvia's fo coy 
As to mun me with care : 

I; mu5 9 d. 



( 367) 

1 mus'd every, night, 

And rack'd my poor foul, 
To find out the caufe 

Of a falftiood fo foul. 

II. 
But me tells me, fhe cannot 

With claret agree, 
That Ihe thinks of a hogmead 

Whene'er (he fees me : 
That I fmell like a beaft, 

And therefore that I 
Mufl refolve to forfake her, 

Or claret, good claret, deny. 

III. 
Ye gods ! was e'er it known 

That beails fmell'd of wine ? 
They bracifhly abhor 

A liquor fo divine : 
'Tis then we are moll beafts, 

When like them in common, 
We eagerly go a hunting 

For the next lewd woman. 

IV. 

Muft I leave my dear bottle, 

That has been ever my friend,, 
Which prolongs all my joys, 

To my grief puts an end ? 
Which infpires me with wit, 

And makes me fo iublime, 
That there's none are like us 

That drink the belt wine. 
V. 
But Si hi a, whom nature 

So perfect has made, 
Has no room left for wifhes, 

New beauties to add. 
Muft I leave her, I'm forry, 

Icis too hard a task ; 
Yet Ihe may go to the devil, 

Bring me the other, flask. 

&. 4- Love, 



(368) 

JLove, Drink and Debf. 
I. 

I Have been in love, and in debt, and in drink, 
Thefe many and many a year ; 
And thefe are plagues enough I ihou'd think 

For any poor mortal to bear. 
'Twas love made me fall into drink, 

And drink made me fall into debt J 
.And tho' I have itruggled and drove, 
I cannot get out of them yet. 
II. 
There's nothing but money can cure me, 
And rid me of all my pain : 
'Twill pay all my debts, 
And remove all my lets ; 
And my miilrefs, that cannot endure me, 

Will love me, and love me again : 
Then, then I mail fall to my loving and drinking again. 

The Farmer s Son. 



SWEET Netty, my heart's delight, , 
Be loving, and do not flight 
The proffer I make, for modefty's fake, 

I honour your beauty bright ; 
For love I profefs, I can do no lefs, 

Thou haft my favour won : 
And fince I fee your jnodefty, 
I pray agree and fancy me, 
Tho' I'm but a. farmer's fon. 

II. 
No : I am a lady gay, 
'Tis very well known I may 
Have meri of renown in country and town, 

Sir .Roger without delay. 
Cpiirt Bridget, or Sue, Kate, Nanny, or True, 
Their loves will foon be won ; 

But:: 



( 369 ) 

But don't ye dare to fpeak me fair, 
As tho' I were at my laft pray'r, 
To marry a farmer's fori. 

III. 

My father has riches in ftore, 

Two hundred a year and more, 
Befides fheep and cows, carts, harrows and plows,. 5 

His age is above threefcore : 
And when he gives way, then merrily I 

Shall have what he has won ; 
Both land and kine, and all fhall be thine, 
If thouMt incline, and wilt be mine, 

And marry a farmer's ion, 

IV. 

A fig for your cattle and corn, . 

Your profFer'd love I fcorn » 
^Tis known very well my name is Nell, 

And you're but a bumpkin born. 
Well, fmce it is fo, away I will go, 

And I hope no harm is done ; 
farewell, adieu, 1 hope to woo 

As good as you, and win her too, > 

Tho' I'm but a farmer's fon. 

V. 1 

Be.not in fach hafle, quoth me, 

Perhaps we may ft ill agree : 
For, man, I proteft, I was but in je/h 

Come prithee fit down by me j 
For thou art the man that verily can 

Perform what muit be done, 
Both ftrait and tall, genteel withal,, 
Therefore I fnali be at your call 

To marry a farmer's ion. 

VI. 

Dear Nelly, believe me now, • 
I folemnly fwear and vow, 
No lords in their lives take pleafure in wives 
Like* fellows* that drive the flow; 



( 37° J' 

For whatever they gain with labour and pain 

They don't to harlots run 
As courtiers do, I never knew 
A London beau that cou'd outdo 

A country farmer's fon. 



The Angel Woman, 
I. 

WHEN thy beauty appears 
With its graces and-airs,. 
Ail bright as an Angel 

New dropt from the sky ; 
At diftance I gaze, 

And am aw'd by my fears ! 
So flrangely you dazzle mine eye ! 
II. 
But when without art 
Your kind thoughts you impart,. 
When your love runs in blames 

Through every vein, 
When it darts from your eyes, 

When it pants from your heart, 
(Then -I know you are a Woman again i. 
III. 
There's a paffion and pride 
In our fex, fhe reply'd, 
And thus (might I gratify both ) 

I' would doi 
Still an -Angel appear 

To each lover beiide; 
But ftill be a Woman to you. 



Ro &er'j Courtfoip. 

YOUNG Roger came tapping 
At Dollys window, 
iMtnpaty, Tumpatjy-Tump* 



e 3-?' 1 ) 

He begg'd for admittance, . 

She anfwer'd him, no ; i 

Glumpaty, Glumpaty, Glumpi 
My Dolly, my dear, 
Your true love is here, 

Dumpaty, Dumpaty, Dump : 
No, no, Roger, no, 
As you came you may go, 

Slumpaty, Slumpaty, Slump.- 

II. 

Oh what is the reafon, 
Dear Dolly P he cry'd : 
Humpaty, &c. 
That thus I am caft ofF, 
And unkindly deny'd : 
Trumpaty, Sec. 
Seme rival more dear 
I guefs has been here : 
Crump aty> Sec. 
Suppofe there's been two, Sir, 
Pray what's that to you, Sir t 
Numpaty, Sec. 

m. 

Oh F then with a fad look ' 
His farewell he took : 
Humpaty, Sec. 
And all in defpair 

lie ieap'd into the brook : 
Plumpaty, Sec. 
His courage he cool'd, 
He found himfelf fool'd : 
Mumpaty, Sec. 
He fwam to the fhore, 
And faw Dolly no more : 
Rumpaty, &c. 

IV. 
Oh ! then me recalled, 
And recall 5 d him again : ' 
Humpaty. 3 he. 

& 6 Whim 



( 37 2 )5 

WhilnY he like a madman 
Ran over the plain : 
Slumpaty, &C. • 
Betermin'd to find 
A damfel more kind : 
Plumpaty, &C. 
While Doily afraid 
She mult die an old maid : 
Mumpaty, See, 



"Jump at a Critft. 

I. 



S lama friend, 
Be willing to lend 
An ear to thefe lines, 

Which in pity I pen'd. ; 
"Tisa cordial advice t 
Girls be not too nice, 
Young lover's are now 
At another gate price 

Than they have been. 

m. 

T'ipray you refrain 

Your fcorn and difdain, , 
If tyoung men you flight, 

They'll flight you again. 
T<hby'll make you run mad 3 

Sigh heavy and fad, 
There are not fo many 

Young men to be had 
As there have been. 

in. 

Perhaps you fuppofe 
Fine iurbelow'd clothes 
Will ferve for a portion : 
But under the rofe 5 



n 



( 373 $ 

IF truth may be fpoke, 
'Tis but a mere joke, 
For love without money. 
Will vanifli like fmoke, 
Let me tell ye. 

IV. 

The country clown, 

When he comes t6 town, 
He values not mifs 

With her butterfly gown : 
I tell you it wont do, 
There muft be a few 
Bright glittering guineas,- 
A thousand or two, 

Or he'll leave ye. 

V. 

Young men are grown wife^ 

A portion they prize, 
They are done with the charms 

Of your conquering eyes. 
A portion ! they cry, 
If love you would buy ; 
In order to purchafe, ' 
You then muft bid high, 

Or live fingle. 

VI.' 

Once batchelors, they 

Did figh, whine and pray » 
But ftill we're put off 

With a fcornful delay. 
Down with your dull, 
A portion there muft ; 
Poor»girls wou'd be glad 
To jump at a cruft, 

Cou'd ye get if, 



Msrrp 



( 374 y 

Merry Beggars.- 

Fir/} Beggar. 

IOrifce was a poet at London, 
I kept my heart Hill full of glee ; 
There's no man can fay that I'm undone^ 

For begging's no new trade to me. 
toll derail, &c. 

Second Beggar. 

I once was an attorney at law, 

And after a knight of the poil ; 
Give me a brisk wench and clean ilraw, 

And I value not who rules the roaft. 
Tdl deroll, &c. 

Third Beggar. 
Make room for a foldier in buff, 

Who valiantly ftrutted about, 
'Till he fancy 'd the peace breaking off. 

And then he moft wifely fold out. 
Toll derail, &C. 

"Fourth Beggar. 

Here comes a courtier polite, Sir, 

Who flatter'd my lord to his face ; 
Now railing is all his delight, Sir, 

Becaufe he mifs'd getting a place. 
Toll deroll, Sec. 

Fifth Beggar. 
Xftill am a merry gut-fcraper, 

My heart never yet felt a qualm % 
Tho' poor, I can frolick and vapour, 

And fmg any tunc but a pfalm* 
Toll deroll, Sec. 

Sixth Beggar. 
I was a fanatical preacher, 

I turn'd up my eyes when I pray'd ; 
But my hearers half-ilarv'd their teacher, 

For they believ'd not one. word that I faid. 
Tell deroll, &e, 

Firi 



( 375 ) 

Fir/} Beggar- 
Whoe'er wou'd be merry and free, 

Let him lift, and from us he may learn ; 
In palaces who mail you fee 

Half fo happy as we in a barn ? 
Toll der oil, &c. 

Chorus of all. 
Whoe'er ivou'd be merry , &c. 



To Signora Cuzzoni, 
I. 

LITTLE Syrette of the ftage, 
>. Charmer ofan idle age, 
Empty warbler, breathing lyre, 
Wanton gale of fond defire. 

ix; 

Bane of every manly art, 
Sweet enfeebler of the heart ; 
Oh too pleafmg is thy ftrain I 
Hence to fouthern climes again; 
III. 

Tuneful mifchief, vocal fpellj 
To this ifland bid farewell : 
litave us as we ought to be, 
Leave the Britons rough and free. 



HAPPINESS. 

Tune, To all you Ladies now at Land, 

I. 

MY deareil maid, fmce you defire r 
To know what I wou'd wifh, 
What ftore of wealth I would require 

To gain true happinefs ; 
This faithful inventary take 
Qf all that life can eafy make. 

Here 



(3?6)' 

II. 

Here happy only are the few 
Who wiih to live at home, 
Who never do extend their view 

Beyond their fmall income; 
An income which mould ever be 
The fruit of honeft-induftry. 
III. 
A foul ferene and free from fears, 

With no contentions vex'd, 
Nor yet with vain and anxious cares 

To be at all perplex'd. 
A "body that's with health endow'd, ■, 
An open temper, yet not rude. 

IV. 
A heart that's always circumfpec*t,- 

Unknowing to deceive, 
Yet ever wifely can reflect • 

Not eafy to believe. 
As to my drefs, let it be plain, 
Yet always neat without a flam. 

V, 
A cleanly 1 hearth and chearful fire 

To drive away the cold, 
A moderate glafs one would require 

When merry tales are told : 
The company of an eafy friend, 
My like in fortune and in mind. 

VI. ? 
Some flielfs of books of the right kind,, _> 

For knowledge and delight-, 
Not intricate, nor interlin'd 
With narrow party fpite : 
A garden fair, to paint me clear 
Nature's gradations through the year. 

VII. 

To give true relinVto delight, 

A chafte and chearful wife, 

With fweeteft humour to unite 

Our hearts as long as life : 



( 377 ) 

Sound fleep, whofe kind delufive turnj 
Shall join the evening to the morn. 
J VIII. - 

So would we live agreeably, 

And ever be content, 
To P r o v i d e n c e ay thankful be 

For allthofe bleffings lent. 
O fovereign power ! but grant me this, 
No more I'll ask, no more I'll wifti. 



Hi 0gfm 



Smirky Nm,. 

Tune, Nannlo. 

I, 

AH ! woes me, poor Willy cry'd, 
See how I'm wafted to a fpan ? 
My heart I loft, when firftlfpy'd 

The charming, lovely mjlk-maid Nan, 
I'm grown fo weak,- a gentle breeze 

Of dusky Rogers winnowing fan 
Would blow me o'er yon beachy trees, 

And all for thee, my fmirky Nan. . 
II. 
The ale-wife miffes me of late, 

I u.s'd to take a hearty can ; 
But I can neither drink nor eat, 

Unlefs 'tis brew'd and bak'd by Nan. 
The baker makes the beftr of bread , 

The flower he takes, and leaves the branf 
The bran is every other maid, 

Compar'd with thee, my fmirky Nan. 
III. 
But Dick of th' green,, that nafty lown, 

'■ Laft Sunday to my miftrefs ran, 
He fnatch'd a kifs : I knock' d him down, , 

Which hugely pleas'd my fmirky Nan. 
But hark ! the roaring foger comes, 

And rattles Tantara Tar an, 
She leaves her cows for noify drums,-. 

Woes me, I've loft my fmirky Nan ! c fany 



( 378 ) 

*Tarry Woo. 
I. 

TARRY woo, tarry woo, 
Tarry woo is ill to fpin, 
Card it well, card it well, 
Card it well e'er ye begin. 
When 'tis carded, row'd and fpun, 
Then the work is haflens done; 
But when woven, dreft and cleans 
It maybe cleading for a queen. 

II. 

Sing my bonny harmlefs fheep 
That feed upon the mountains fteep, 
Bleeting fweetly as ye go 
Through the winter's froft and (how. 
Hart and hynd, and fallow deer, 
No be hafffae ufeful are ; 
Frae kings to him that hads the plow 
Are all oblig'd to tarry woo. 
III. 

Up ye fhepherds, dance and skip, 
O'er the hirrs and valleys trip, 
Sing up the praife of tarry woo, 
Sing the flocks that bear it too ; 
Harmlefs creatures without blame, 
That dead the back, and cram the wame, 
Keep us warm and hearty fou ; 
Leefe me on the tarry woo. 
IV. 

How happy is a fhepherd's life. ! 
Far frae courts, and free of ftrife, 
While the gimmers bleet and bae, 
And the lambkins aftfwer mae : 
No fuch mufick to hj$ ear, 
Of thief or fox he has no fear j 
Sturdy kent, and colly too, 
Wtll defend the tarry woo. 



( 379 ) 
v. 

He lives content and envies none^ 
Not even a monarch on his throne, 
Tho' he the royal fcepter fways, 
Has not fweeter holy days. 
Who'd be a king, can ony tell, 
When a fhepherd fmgs fae well * 
Sings fae well, and pays his due, 
With honefl heart and tarry woo. 



On HENRiETA'i Recovery. 

Tune, My Mary j if thou die. 

I. 

IF heaven, its bleflings to augment,. 
Call Benny to the skies, 
Hence from the earth flies all content, 

The moment that me dies : 
For in this earth there is no fair 

Can give fuchjoy to me ; 
How great muft then be my defpair, 

My Henny, ann thou die. 
II. 
But now pale ficknefs leaves her fact, 

And now my charmer fmiles j 
New beauty heightens ev'ry grace, 

And all my fear beguiles : 
The bounteous powers have heard the prayers 

I daily made for thee, 
Like them be kind, and eafe my cares, 

Elfe I myfelf mull die. 

■ • ~* 

Hodge of the Mill an d laxome Nell, 

YOUNG Roger of the mill, 
One morning very foon, 
Put on his bell apparel, 

New hofe and clouted lhoon j 

And* 



c m ) 

And he a wooing came 

To bonny buxome Nell, 
Bearlafs, eries he, cou'dft fancy me a 

I like thee wond'rous well. 
II. 
My horfes I have dreft, 

And gi'en them corn and hay, 
Put on my befl apparel : 

And having come this way, 
Let's fit and chat a while 

With thee, my bonny Nell, 
Dear lafs, cries he, cou'dft fancy me, 

I'fe like thy perfon well. 
III. 
Young Roger, you're miltaken. 

The damfel then reply 'd, 
I am not in fuch a hafte 

To be a plowman's bride 5 
Know I then live in hopes 

To marry a farmer's fon : 
If it be fo, fays Hodge, I'll go ; 

Sweet miftrefs, I have done. 

IV. 

Your horfes you have drcB:, 
Good Hodge, I heard you fay. 

Put on your befl apparel ; 
And being come this way, 

Gome fit and chat a while, 

no indeed^ not I, 

Til neither <wait, nor Jit, nor prat r 

T've other fijb to fry. 

V. 
Go take your farmer's fon, 

With all my hcneft heart : 
What tho* my name be Roger, 

That goes at plow and cart V 
I need not tarry long, 

1 foon may gain a wife-; 

There's buxome Joan, it is well known 
She loves me as her life. 



?rvf- 



<38r I 

VI. 

Pray what of buxome Joan ? 

Can'tlpleafe you as well ? 
For fhe has ne'er a penny, 

And I am buxome Nell ; 
.And I have fifty millings. 

The money made him finite : 
Oh then, my dear, I'll draw a chair, 

And chat with the« a while. 

vir. 

Within the fpace of half an hour 

This couple a bargain ftruck, 
Hoping that with their money 

They both wou'd have good luck. 
To your fifty I've forty, 

With which a cow we'll buy ; 
We'll join our hands in wedlock bands, 

Then who but you and I ? 

Buttery May. 
i. 

IN yonder town there wons a May, 
Snack and perfyte as can be ony, 
She is fae jimp, fae gamp, fae gay, 

Sae capernoytie, and fae bonny : 
She has been woo'd and loo'd by mony, 

But fhe was very ill to win ; 
She wadna hae him except he were bonny : 

Tho' he were ne'er fae noble a kin. 
II. 
Her bonny nefs has been forefeen 

In ilka town baith far and near, 
And when fhe kirns her minny's kirn 

She rubs her face till it grows clear ; 
But when her minny ihe did perceive 

Sic great inlack amang the butter, 
Shame fa' that filthy face of thine, 

'Tis crifli that gars your grunzie glitter, 



(332 ) 

Wire's Dimkyfon, Davyfon, Robie Carnie!, 
'The Lafs with the petticoat dances right well, 
Sing Stidrum, Stouthrum, Suthrom, Stony, 
Jinn ye dance any mair, <w$fe tell mefs Johny* 
Sing, &c 



The wife Penitent. 

Sung by Mr. Gay. 

I. 

DAPHN1S flood penfivein the fhade, 
With arms acrofs, and head reclin'd ; 
Pale looks accus'd the cruel maid, 

And fighs relieved his love-lick mind : 
His tuneful pipe all broken lay, 
Looks, iighs, and actions feem'd to fay, 
My Chios is unkind. 
II. 
Why ring the woods with warbling throats ? 
Y* larks, ye linnets, ceafe your llrains ; 
I faintly hear in your foft notes 

My Chloe\ voice, that wakes my pains. 
But why mould you your fongs forbear ? 
Your mates delight your fongs to hear, 
But Chloe mine difdains. 
III. 
As thus he melancholy flood 

Deje&ed, as the lonely dove, 
Sweet found broke gently thro' the wood. 
I feel a found my heart-ftrings move : 
'T was not the nightingale that lung; 
No, 'tis Chloe's fweeter tongue : 

Hark ! hark ! what fays my love r* 
IV. 
How fimple is the nymph, me cries, 
Who trifles with her lover's pain? 
Nature ftill fpeaks in womens eyes, 
Our artful lips are made to feign. 



Oh 



( 3§3 ) 

Oh Daphnis ! Daphnis ! 'twas fnjrpride, 
5 Twas not my heart thy love deny'd : 
Come back, dear youth, again. 
V. 
At t' other day my hand he feiz'd, 

My blood with trickling motion flew, 
Sadden I put on looks difpleas'd, 

And hafty from his hold withdrew : 
'Twas fear alone, thou Ample fwain ; 
Then hadft thou prefs'd my hand again, 
My heart had yielded too. 

VI. 

'Tis true, thy tuneful reed I blam'd, 

That fwellM thy lip and rofy cheek ; 
Think not thy skill in fong defam'd, 

Thy lip mould other pleafures feek. 
Much much thy mufick I approve, 
Yet break thy pipe, for more I love 
Much more to hear thee fpeak. 
VII. 
My heart forbodes that I'm betray'd ; 

Daphnis y I fear, is ever gone ! 
Laft night with Delia's dog he play'd ; 

Love by fuch trifles firft comes on. 
Now, now, dear fhepherd, come away, 
My tongue would now my heart betray. 
Ah Cbloe ! thou art won. 
VIII. 
The youth ftept forth with hafty pace, 
And found where wilhing Cbloe lay ; 
Shame fudden lightned in her face, 

Confus'd, fhe knew not what to fay i 
At laft, in broken words, fhe cry'd, 
To morrow you in vain had try'd, 
But I ana loll to-day. 



Old 



( 384 ) 

Old Darby. 

An Advice to Ghlo e. 

I. 

DEAR Chloe, while thus beyond meafure 
You treat me with doubts and difdain, 
You rob all your youth of its pleafure, ■ 

And hoard up an old age of pain V 
Your maxim, that love is Mf founded 

On charms that will quickly decay, 
You'll find to be very ill grounded, 

When once you its didtates obey. 
II. 
The love that from beauty is drawn, 

By kindnefs, you ought to improve ; 
Soft looks and gay fmiles are the dawn, 

Fruition the fun-mine of love. 
And tho' the bright beams of your eyes 

Should beclouded that now are fo gay, 
And darknefs obfcure all the skies, 

You ne'er can forget it was day. 

in. 

Old Darby, with Joan by his fide, 

You have often regarded with wonder, 
He'sdropfical, me is dim-ey'd, 

Yet they're ever uneafy afunder : 
Together they totter about, 

Or fit in the fun at the door ; 
And at night when old Darby s pot's out, 

His Joan will not fmoke a whiff more. 
IV. 
No beauty nor wit they poflbfs, 

Their feveral failings to cover : 
Then what are the charms can you guefs, 

That make them fo fond of each other ? 
*Tis the plealing remembrance of youth, 

The endearments that youth did bellow, 
The thoughts of paft pleafure and truth, 

The belt of our bleflings below. 

Thofe 



(385) 

V. 

Thofe traces for ever will lail, 

No ficknefs or time can remove r 
For when youth and beauty are pad, 

And age brings the winter of love, 
A friendship infenfibly grows, 

By reviews of fuch raptures as thefe ; 
The current of fondnefs ftill flows, 

Which decrepit old age cannot freeze. 



The modern Marriage Quejlion. 
I. 

HAPPY the world in that bleft age, 
When bsauty was not bought and fold, 
When the fair mind was uninflam'd 
With the mean thirft of baneful gold. 
With the wean thirft * &c. 

II. 

Then the kind Ihepherd when he figh'd, 
The fwain, whofe dog was all his wealth, 

Was not by cruel parents forc'd 

To breathe the am'rous vow by Health. 
To breathe, &c. 

Ill 

Now the firil queflion fathers ask, 

- When for their girls fond lovers fue, 
Is, • — What^s the fettlement you 11 make ? 

You're poor ! — hcfthtgs the door at y&u* 

Yoti're poor f &c. 



The Country Ifrake* 

I'LL fmg you a dittay, and warrant it (fee. 
Give but attention unto me a while, 
Of tnmfa&lons in court, and in country too, 
Tu:libaie pleafure, and pleaiing toil \ 

S i 



(3§6 ) 

Accept it, I pray, as your help-mates you take. 
To fome 'twill give joy, 
And fome others annoy ; 
All's fair at a country wake. 
Mi's fair, &c. 

II. 
Many ladies at court are ftil'd unpolite, 

Becaufe truly virtuous, and prone to no ill j 
Whilft others who fparkle in diamonds bright, 
Are flript of their pride at baffet or quadrille, 
Till their loffes at play do their lords credit fhake : 
Then their toys to recover, 
They'll grant the laft favour ; 
Strange news at a country wake. 
Strange neivs, &c. 

III. 
Here moll of our gentlemen patriots are, 

Tho' very bad ltatefmen, I freely confefs, 
They defign harm to none, but a fox or a hare, 

And are always found loyal in war and in peace. 
The farmer's induftry does earth fertile make ; 
The husbandman's plowing, 
His planting and fowing, 
Gets health and gcod cheer at a country wake. 
Gets health, &c. 

IV. 

Our maids blooming fair, without wames and painls, 

From neighbouring villages hither refort, 
They kifs fweet as rofes, yet virtuous as faints j 

( Who can fay more for the ladiejs at court ? ) 
No worldly cares vex them afleep or awake, 
But their time they improve 
In peace and true love, 
-And innocent mirth at a country wake. 
And innocent, &c. 

V. 
Trie fchemes of a courtier are full of intrigues ; 

Here all's fair and open, dark deeds we defpife, 
Set rural contentment 'gainft courtly fatigue, 
Wko chufes the former is happy and wife : 

Now 



(3*7) 



Now let's pray for the king, and, for Britain's fake, 
From all factions free, 
May his fubjecls agree, 
As well at the court as the country wake. 
As tvell, &c. 

Oaths in fajhion. 

CUSTOM prevailing fo long 'mongfl: the great, 
Make oaths eafy potions to fleep on ; 
Which many (on gaining good places) repeat, 

Without e'er deiigning to keep one. 
For an oath's feldom kept, as a virgin's fair fame, 
A lover's fond vows, or a prelate's good name j 
A lawyer to truth, or a ftatefman from blame, 
Or a patriot's heart in a courtier. 

The terrible Law. 
I. 

TH E terrible law when its failens its paw 
On a poor man, it grips till he's undone 5 
And what lam doing may prove to my ruin, 
Tho' rich as the lord mayor of London. 

II. 

Therefore Fll be wary what meffage I carry, 

Unlefs we firit make a zure bargain ; 
I will be 'dempnined, thorowly fatisiied, 

Thatch 'an ftian't zuifer a vardins:, 



The Play of Love. 



Tirjt A3. 

THE pi -y of love is now began, 
And thus the aclions do go on ; 
Strepbon, enamour'd, courts the fair, 
She hears him with a carelefs air, 
And fmiies to find him in love's fnare. 

S 2 Skoal? 



(388 ) 

Second Aa. 

The a& tune play'd, they meet again, 
Here pity moves her for his pain, 
Which flie evades with Tome pretence, 
And thinks fhe may with love difpenfe, 

But pants to hear a man of fenfe. 
Third Aa. 

The third approach her lover makes, 
She colours up whene'er he fpeaks ; 
But with feign'd flights me puts him by, 
Ami-faintly cries, fhe can't comply, 

Altho' fhe gives her heart the ly. 
Fourth Aa. 

Now the plot rifes, he feems fhy, 
As if fome other fair he'd try ; 
At which fhe fwells with fpleen and fear, 
Left fome more wife his love mould fhare., 

Which yet no woman e'er can bear. 

fifth Aa. 

Thelaft aft now is wrought fo high, 
That thus it crowns the lover's joy ; 
She does no more his paffion fhun, 
He ftrait into her arms does run :i 

The curtain falls, the play is done. 



Fanny fair. 
i. 

TO Fanny fair could I impart 
* The caufe of all my woe ? 
That beauty which has won my heart, 

She fcarcely feems \ to know : 
Unskill'd in th'art of womankind, 

Without defign fhe charms j 
How can thofe fparkling eyes be blind, 
Which every bofom warms ? 



She 



( 3^9 ) 

II. 

She knows her power is all deceit, 

The confcious blufties ftiows, 
Thofe blufhes to the eye more fweet 

Than th' op'ning budding rofe : 
Yet the delicious fragrant rofe, 

That charms the fenfe Co much, 
Upon a thorny briar grows, 

And wounds with ev'ry touch. 

III. 
At firft when I beheld the fair, 

With raptures I was blefr; 
But as I would approach more near, 

At once I loft my reft : 
Th' inchanting fight, the fweet furprize, 

Prepare me for my doom ; 
One cruel look from thofe bright eyes 

Will lay me in my tomb. 



The Bottle preferred, 

I. 

PROUD woman, I fcorn you, 
Brisk wine's my delight, 
Fil drink all the day, 
And I'll revel all night. 

II. 

As great as a monarch, 

The moments I pafs, 
The bottle's my globe, 

And my fcepter's the glafs. 

III. 

The table's my throne, 

And the tavern's my court, 
The drawer's my fubject, 

And drinking's my fport. 

S 3 Here's 



( 39° ) 

IV. 

Here's the chief of all joy, 
Here's a miftrefs ne'er coy ; 

Dear cure of all forrows, 
And life of all blifs : 

I'm a king when I hug you, 
But more when I kifs. 



tippling John. 

i 

AS tippling John was jogging on, 
Upon a riot night, 
With tottering pace, and fiery face, 

Sufpicious of high flight ; 
The guards, who took him by his look 

For fome chief fiery-brand, 
Ask'd, whence he came r what was his name 2 
Who are ycu ? Stand, friend,, ftand. 

■"-. 

I'm going home, from meeting come. 

Ay, fays one, that's the cafe ; 
Some meeting he has burnt, you fee 

The flame's flill in his face. 
John thought it time to purge his crime, 

And fa id, My chief intent 
Was to afifwage my thirfly rage, 

I' th' meeting that I meant. 
III. 
Come, friend, be plain, you trifle in vain, i 

Says one, pray let us know, 
That we may find how you're inclin'd J 

Are you high church or low ? 
John faid to that, I'll tell you what. 

To end debates and ftrife, 
All I can fay, this is the way 

I fleer my courfe of life, 

I m*6x 



( 39 1 ) 

IV. 

I ne'er to Bo<w, nor Burgefs go, 

To fteeple, houfe nor hall, 
The brisk bar-bell belt faits my zeal 

With gentlemen d' ye call ; 
Guefs then, am I low church or high, 

From that tow'r, or no iieeple. 
Whofe merry toll exalts the foul, 

And rauft make high-flown people ? 

V. 

The guards came on, and look'd it John 

With countenance moil: pleafant, 
By whifper round they all foon found 

He was no damag'd peafant. 
Thus while John flood the bsfl he cou'd, 

Expecting their decifion ; 
Damn him, fays one, let him begone, 

He's of our own religion. 



Belinda, 
i. 

WOULD fate to me Belinda give, 
With her alone I'd chufe to live, 
Variety I'd ne'er require, 
Nor a greater, nor a greater, 
Nor a greater blifs defire. 

II. 

My charming nymph, if you can find 
Amongft the race of human kind, 
A man that loves you more than I, 
Til refign you, I'll refign you, 
I'll refign you, tho' I die. 

III. 

Let my Belinda fill my arms, 
With all her beauty, all her charms s 
With fcorn and pity I'd look down 
On the glories, on the glories, 
On the glories of a crown. 

S 4 Beauty 



( 392 ) 

Beauty and Rigour. 
I. 

TH E nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind, 
No lefs than a wonder by nature defign'd ; 
She's the grief of my heart, and the joy of my eye, 

And the caufe cf a flame that never can die. 
And the caufe y &c. 

II. 
Her mouth, from whence wit ftill obligingly flows, 
Has the beautiful bluih, and the fmell of the rofec 
Love and defriny both attend on her will ; 
She wounds with a look, with a frown fhe can kill. 
She wounds, &C. 

in. 

Thedefperate lover can hope no redrefs, 
Where Beauty and Rigour are both in excefs J 
-In Silvia they meet, fo unhappy am I, 
Who fees her muft love, who loves her mud die. 
W 'bo fees her, & c . 

The RivaL 
I. 

OF nil the torment, all the care, 
By which our lives are curft,. 
Or all the forrows that we bea'r,\\ V 
A-v8?W/is-th6-worfl'. "? \ v*^ 
By partners in another kind 

* Afflictions, eafier grqwl t . -. \ 
In love aloriq we hate fcrhrfd 
Companions in our woe. 
II. 
Silvia., for all the griefs you fee 

Arifmg in my breaft, 
I beg not that you'd pity me, 

Would you but flight the reft. 
Howe'er fevere your rigours are, 

Alone with them I'd cope, 
J can endure my own defpair, 
But not another's hope. Eimting 



( 393 ) 

Hunting Song going out. 
I. 

HARK! away, 'tis the merry torfd horn 
Calls the hunters all up with the morn ; 
To the hills and the woodlands they rleer. 
To unharbour the out-lying deer. 

Chorus ofHuntfmen. 
All the day long, 
'This, this is our fong, 
Still hallooing, . 
And following ; 
So frolick and free, 

Our joys knoiv -no bounds, 
While we're after the hounds, 
No mortals on earth are fo jolly as nv¥. 

II. 

Round the woods when we beat, how we glow. 
While the hills they all echo hillo ; 
With a bounce from his cover when he flies, 
Then our moots they refound to the skies. 
All the day, &c. 

lit 

When we fweep o'er the valleys, or climb- 
Up the heath-breathing mountain fublime, 
What a joy from our labour we feel ! 
Which alone they who talte can reveal. 
All the day, &c. 



The Return from the Chace\ 

THE fweet rofy morn peeps over the hills, 
With bluihes adorning the meadows and fields; 
The merry, merry, merry horn calls, Come,come away, 
Awake from your {lumbers, and hail the new day. 
'The -merry, &c. 
2 ' S s Tfifc 



( 394 ) 
ii. 

The flag rouz'd before us, away feems to ffyV 
And pants to the chorus of hounds in full cry,_ 
Then follow, follow, follow the mufical chafe, 
Where pleafure and vigorous health you embrace. 
ffonfo/loKv, &c. 

III. 

The day's fport when over makes Blood circle right, 
And gives the brisk. lover frefii charms for the night ; 
Then" let us, let us now enjoy all we can while we may, 
Let love crown the night, as our fports crown the day. 
Then let us, &c. 

The Girl thafs blyth and gay.. 

Tune, Black JocL 

OF all the girls in our town, 
Or black, or yellow, or fair, or brown, 

With their fo r t eye?, and faces fo bright' ; 
Give me a.-girl that's blyth and gay, 
As warm as June, and as fweet as May, 

With her heart free, and faithful as light. 
What lovely couple then cou'd be 

So happy and fo bleft as we \ 
On whom the fweeteil joys wou'd fmile y 

And all the cares of iife beguile, 

Entranced in blifs, each rapt'rous night. 



Cynthia's Perplexity. 
I. 

CYNTHIA frowns whene'er I woo her, 
Yet flie's vex'd if I give over, 
Much fhe fears I fiiould undo her, 

But much more to lofe her lover : 
Thus in doubting file refufes, 
And not winning thus file lofes. 



Prithee> 



( 395 J 



ii. 

Prithee, Cynthia, look behind you, 

Age and wrinkles will o'ertake you j 
Then, too late, dehre will find you 

When the power mull forfake you. 
Think upon the fad condition 

To be paft, yet wiih fruition . 

Nought hut Love. 
I. 

TH E fun was funk beneath the hitl, 
The weftern clouds were lin'd with gold, 
The sky was clear, the winds wereitill, 
The flocks were pent within the fold ; 
When, from the filence of the grove, 
Poor Damon thus defpaifd of love ! 

U. 
Who feeks to pluck the fragrant role 

From the bare lock, or oozy beach ; 
Who from each barren weed that grows 

Expects the grape, or blufhing peach J 
With equal faith may hope to find 
The truth of love in woman kind. 

III. 
I have ho herds, no fleecy care, 

No felds that wave with golden grain,,. 
No paflures green, nor gardens fair, 

A maiden's venal heart to gain : 
Then all in vain my 'fjghs mult prove, 
Fori, alas! have nought but love, 

IV. 
How wretched is the faithful youth, 

Since womens hearts are bought and fold? 
They ask not vows of facred truth, 

Whene'er they figh, they figh for gold. 
Gold can the frowns of fcorn remove. 
But I, alas ! have nought but love-, 

S 6 T* 



(396 ) 



V. 

To buy the gems of India's coaft, 

What wealth, what treafure can fuffice ?•' 
Not all their fhine can ever boaft 

The living luftre of her eyes : 
For thefe the world too cheap would prove i 
But I, alas ! have nought but love. 

VI. 
O Silvia ! fince nor gems, nor oar, 

Can with your brighter charms compare,- 
Confider that I offer more, 

More feldom found, a foul fineere : 
Let riches meaner beauties move. 

Who pays thy worth, mini pay in love. 



%eil rne> my Heart, 
I. 

'HEN Delia' on the plain appears, 
Aw'd by a thoufand tender fears,, 
1 would approach, but dare not move : 
Tell me,., my heart, if this be love ? 
II. 
Wienie? fie fpeaks, my ravifh'd ear 
^.tJ^ter^oke but her's can bear, 
&%>#4te wit but her's approve : 
T©i)jise> jay hear-t, if this bz love ? 
III. 
If me fome other fwain commend, 
Tho'T was once his fondeft friend, 
That inftant enemy I prove : 
Tell me, my heart, if this be love ? 
IV. 
When flie is abfent, I no more 
^Delight in all that pleas'd before, 
The cleareii fpring, or fnady grove ; 
Tell me, my heart, if this be love f 



Wheal 



C 397 ) 



v. 

When arm'd with infolent difdain, 
She ieem'd to triumph in my pain ; 
J ftrove to hate, but vainly ftrove : 
Tell me, my heart, if this be love ? 



Cupid mijlaken, 
I. 

AS after noon, one fummer's day, 
Venus flood bathing in a river, 
Cupid a mooting went that way, 

New ftrung his bow, and fill'd his quiver: 
With skill he chofe his fliarpeft dart, 

With all his might his bow he drew, 
Swift to his beauteous parent's heart, 
The too well guided arrow flew. 

II. 

I faint ! I die I the goddefs cry'd : 

cruel ! cou ? dft thou find none other 
To wreck thy fpleen on ? parricide, 

Like Nero, thou haft flain thy mother ? 
Poor Cupid, fobbing, fcarce couM fpeak ; 

Indeed, mamma, I did not know ye : 
Alas ! how eafy the miftake, 

1 took you for your likenefs Chloe . 



Silvia to Alexis. 

ALEXIS, how artlefs a lover ! 
How bafhful -and filly you grow ! 
In my eyes can you never difcover 
I mean yes when I often fay no ? 
I mean. Sec, 



When 



(398 ) 

II. 

When you pine and you whine out your paffi»n y 

And only intreat for a kifs ; 
To be coy and deny is the falhion, 

Jkxis fhculd ravifh the blifs. 

Alexhjhould, Sec. 

III. 

In love, as in war, 'tis but reafon 
To make fome defence for the town ; 

To furrender without it were treafon, 
Before that the outworks were won. 
Before that, &c. 

m 

If I frown, 'tis my blufhes to cover, 
'Tis for honour and modefty's fake j 

He is but a pitiful lover 

Who is foil'd by a finale attack. 
Who is, &c. 

V. 
But when we by force are o'erpower'd, 

The beft and the braveft muft yield j 
I am not to be won by a coward, 

Who hardly dares enter the fields 

Who hardly, &c. 



The ferious Lover. 



BELIEVE my fighs, my tears, my dear, 
Relieve the heart you've won, 
Believe my vows to you fincere, 

Or, Jenny, I'm undone. 
You fay, I'm fickle, and apt to change 

At every face that's new : 
Of all the girls I ever faw, 
I ne*er lov'd oae but you. 

My 



( 399 ) 
ii. 

My Jieart was like a lamp of ice, 

'till warm'd by your bright eye ; 
And then it kindled in a trice, 

A flame that ne'er can die. 
Then take and try me, you mail find 

That I've a heart that's true ; 
Of all the girls I everfaw, 

I ne'er lov'd one like you. 

The grateful Admirer. 

FALSE tho'fhe be to me and love, 
1'JI ne'er purfue revenge ; 
For ftill the charmer I approve, 

Tho r I deplore her change. 
In hours of blifs we oft have met, 

- They could not always lail ; 
But tho' the prefent I regret, 
I'm grateful for the paft, 
I'm grateful, &c. 



C e l i a and S A B I N A. 

I. 

THI R S 'IS, a young and am'rous fwain, 
Saw two, the beauties of the plain, 
Who both his heart fubdue : 
Gay Celi^s eyes were dazling fain 
Sabinas eafy fhape and air, 
With fofter mufick drew. 
II: 
He haunts the ftream, he haunts the grove, 
Lives in a fond romance of love, 

And feems for each to die ; 

'Till each a little fpiteful grown, 

Sabina Celiac fhape ran down, 

Arid ihe Sabinas eye. 

The!/ 



f 400 ) 

III. 

Their envy made the fhepherd find 
Thole eyes that love could only blind i 

So fet the lover free. 
No more he haunts the grove or ftream, 
Or, with a true love-knot or name, 

Engraves a wounded tree. 

IV. 

Ah Celia ! fly Sabina cry'd, 
Tho' neither love, we're both deny'd, 

Let either fix the dart. 
Poor girl ! fays Celia, fay no more ; 
That fpite whkh broke his chains before, 

Would break the other's heart. 



The fair Warning. 

YOUNG Virgins love pleafure, 
As Mi/ers do treafure ; 
And both alike ftudy 

To heighten the meafure; 
Their hearts they will rifle 
For every new trifle, 

And when in their teens 
Fall in love for a fong ; 

But foon as they marry, 

And find things mifcarry : 
Oh ! how they figh 

That they were not more wary. 
Inflead w foft wooing 
They run to their ruin, 

And all their lives after 
X>rag forrow along. 



Petticoat 



( 4°* ) 

Petticoat wooing. 
I. 

DEAR Colin, prevent my warm blufhes. 
How can I fpeak without pain ? 
My eyes have oft told you their wimest 
Why can't- you the meaning explain ? 
II. 
My pafilon wou'd loofe by expreflion, 
And you too might cruelly blame ; 
Then pray don't expedl a confeffioa 
Of what is too tender to name. 
III. 
Since yours is the province of fpeaking, 

How can you expert it from me ? 
Our wifhes fhou'd be in our keeping, 
Till you tell us what they fhou'd be. 
IV. 
Then quickly why don't you difcover f 

Did your heart feel fuch tortures as mine 3 
I need not tell over and over 
What I in my bofom confine. 

Colin's Reply. 
I 

GOOD madam, when ladies are willing, ' 
A man mull needs look like a fool ; 
For me I wou'd not give a milling 
For one that does love without rule. 
II. 
At leaft you fhou'd wait for our offers,, 
Not fnatch like old maids in defpair ; 
Had you liv'd to thefe years without proffers, 
Your fighs were all fpent in the air. 
III. 
You fhou'd leave us to guefs by your blufhing, 

And not tell the matter fo plain ; 
*Tis ours to be writing and pufhing, 
And yours to affecl a difdain. 

Hut 



( 402 ) 

IV. 

But you're in a terrible taking, 
By all the fond oglings I lee ; 

The fruit that can fall without (haking 
Indeed is too mellow for me. 



The Country Lafs's Ambition. 



WHAT tho' they call me country lafs ? 
I read it plainly in my glafs, 
That for a dutchefs I might pafs : 

Oh ! could I fee the day ! 
Wou'd fortune but attend my call, 
At park, at play, at ring, and ball, 
I'd brave the proudelt of them all, 
With a ftand-by, clear the way. 

II. 

Surrounded by a crowd of beaus, 
With fmart toupees, and powder*d clothes, 
At rivals I'll turn up my nofe ; 
Oh ! could I fee the day f 
I'll dart fuch glances from thefe eyes, 
Shall make fome duke, or lord, my prize ; 
And then, oh ! how I'll tyrannize, 
With a ftand-by, clear the way. 

III. 

Oh ! then for every new delight, 
For equipage, and diamonds bright, 
Quadrille, and balls, and plays, all night : 

Oh ! could I fee the day ! 
Of love and joy Pd take my fill, 
The tedious hours of life to kill, 
In every thing I'd have my will, 

With a Hand -by, clear the way. 

m 



( 403 ) 

fhe following 'Song is /aid to be made in 
Honour of our Sovereign Lady Mary 
g>ueen of Scots. 
I. 

YO U meaner beauties of the night, 
Who poorly fatisfy our eyes, 
More by your number than your light, 
Ye are but officers of the skies ; 
What are ye when the moon doth rife ? 
II. 
You violets that firft appear, 

. By your fine purple colour known, 
Taking poffeffion of the year, 

As if the fpring were all your own ; 
What are ye when the rofe is blown ? 
III. 
You charming birds that in the wood* 

Do warble forth your lively lays, 
Making your paflion underflood 
In fofteft notes ; what is your praife, 
When Philomel her voice does raife r" 
IV. 
You glancing jewels of the eaft, 

Whofe eftimation fancies raife, 
Pearls, rubies, fapphires, and the reft 

Of glittering gems ; what is your praife, . 
When the bright diamond mews his rays t 
V. 
But ah ! poor light, gem, voice and fmell, 

What are ye if my Mary mine ? 
Moon, diamond, flowers, and Philomel, 
Light, luilre, fcent, and mufick tine, 
And yield to merit more divine. 
VI. 
Thus when my miftrefs you have (een 

In beauties of her face and mind, 
Firft, by defcent, ihe is a Queen ; 
Judge then if me be not divine* 
And glory of all womankind. 



( 4°4 ) 

The rofe and lilly, the hale fpring, 
Unto her breath for fweetnefs fpeed ; 

The diamond darkens in the ring : 
When fhe appears, the moon looks dead, 
As when Sol lifts his radiant head. 



There Gowans are gay. 
I. 

THERE gowans are gay, my joy, 
There gowans are gay, 
They gar me wake when I IhouM fleep, 
The firit. morning of May. 
II. 
About the fields as I did pafs, 

There gowans are gay, 
I chanc'd to meet a proper Iafs, 
The firit morning of May. 
III. 
Right bufy was that bonny maid, 

There gowans are gay, 
I halft her, fyne to her I faid, 
The firit morning of May: 

IV. 

lady fair, what do ye here ? 
There gowans are gay, 

Gathering the dew, what need ye fpeir i 
The firit morning of May. 

V. 
The dew, quoth I, what can that mean ? 

There gowans are gay ; 
Quoth fhe, to wafh my miftrefs clean, 
t The firit. morning of May. 

VI. 

1 asked farder at her fyne, 
There gowans are gay, 

Gif to my will Ihe wad incline ? 
The fM morning of May. 

She 



( 405 ) 

VII. 

82ie faid, her errand was not there, 

Where gowans are gay, 
Her maidenhood on me to ware, 

The firft morning of May. 
VIIL 
^hen like an^rrow frae a bow, 

There gowans are gay, 
She skift away out o'er the know, 

The firft morning of May ; 
IX. 
And left me in the garth my lane, 

There gowans are gay, 
And in my heart a twang of pain, 

The firft morning of May. 
X. 
The little birds they fang full Cweet, 

There gowans are gay, 
Unto my comfort was right meet, 

The firft morning of May. 
IX. 
And thereabout I paft my time, 

There gowans are gay, 
Until it was the hour of prime, 

The firft morning of May. 

XII. 

And then returned hame bedeen, 

There gowans are gay, 
Panfand what maiden that had been, 

The firft morning of May. 



Slighted Love fair to bide. 

I Had a heart, but now I heartlefs gae ; 
I had a mind, but daily was oppreft; 
i had a friend that's now become my fae ; 
I had a will that now has freedom loft : 

What 



( 4 o6 ) 



What have I now ? 
Naithing I trow, 
But grief where I had joy : 
What am I than ? 
A heartlefs man : 
Could love me thus deflroy ! 
I love, I ferve ane whom I much regard. 
Yet for my love difdain is my reward. 

II. 

Where mall I gang to hide rny weary face ? 

Where fnall I find a place for my defence ? 
Where my true love remains the fittefl place, 
Of all the earth that is my confidence. 
She is my heart 
'Till I depart : 
Let her do what (he lift, 
I cannot mend, 
But itill depend, 
And daily to infift, 
To purchafe love, if love my love deferve s 
If not for love, let love my body ilarve. 

III. 

O lady fair ! whom I do honour mod, 

Your name and fame within my breaft I have 
Let not my love and labour thus be loir, 
But itill in mind I pray thee to engrave, 
That I am true, 
And fall not rue 
Ane word that I have faid : 
I am your man, 
Do what you can, 
When all thefe plays are plaid. 
Then fave your fhip unbroken on the fand, 
Since man and goods are all at your command. 



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( 407 ) 

Tie Invitation. 
I. 

COME, lore, let's walk by yonder fpring, 
Where we may hear the black-bird fing, 
The robin-red- breait and the thrufh, 
And nightingale in thorny bufh, 
The mavis fweetly carroling ; 
This to my love, this to my love, 
Content will bring. 

II. 

See where the nymph, with all her train, 
Comes skipping through the park amain, 
And in this grove me means to ftay, 
At barley-breaks to fport and play ; 
Where we may fit us down, and fee 
Fair beauty mixt, fair beauty mixt 
With chaftity. 

III. 

In yonder dale are fined flowers, 
With mony pleafant fhady bowers, 
A purling brook, whofe filver ftreams 
Are beautified with Phoebus' beams ; 
Which ileal out-thro'the trees for fear, 
Becaufe Diana, becaufe Diana 
Bathes her there. 

IV. 

All her delight is as ye fee, 
Thus way to fport, and here to b« 
Delyting in this calour fpring, 
Only to bathe herfelf therein, 
Until Ad eon her efpy'd ; 
Then to the thicket, then to the thicket 
Did me glyde. 

V. 
And there by magick art me wrought, 
And in her heart (he thus bethought 
With fecret fpeed away to flee, 
And he a hart was turn'd to be ; 

Becaufe 



( 4 °8 ) 

Becaufe he follow'd Diana's train, 
His life he loft, his life he loft, 
Her love to gain. 



Caft away Care. 
I. 

CARE away gae thou frae me, 
For I am no fit match for thee, 
Thou bereaves me of my wits, 
Wherefore I hate thy frantick fits : 
Therefore I will care no moir, 
Since that in cares comes no reftoir ; 
But I will fing hey down a dee, 
And caft doilt care away frae me. 
II. 
If I want, I care to get, 
The moir I have, the moir I fret ; 
Love I much, I care for moir, 
The moir I have I think I'm poor : 
Thus grief and care my mind opprefs, 
Nor wealth or wae gives no redrefs ; 
Therefore I'll care no moir in vain, 
Since care has coft me meikle pain. 
III. 
Is not this world a fliddry ball ? 
And thinks men ftrange to catch a fall ? 
Does not the fea baith ebb and flow ? 
And fortune's but a painted mow. 
Why fhou'd men take care or grief, 
Since that by thefe comes no relief? 
Some careful favv what carelefs reap, 
And wallers ware what niggarts fcrape. 
IV. 
Well then, ay learn to knaw thy (df 9 
And care not for this warldlypelf: 
Whether thy 'ilate be great or fmall, 
Give thanks to God whate'er befall, 
Sae fall thou than ay live at eafe, 
No fudden gnef fhall thee difpleafe ; 
Then mayft thou fing, hey down a dee, 
When thou haft caft all care frae thee, T£ e 



( 409 ) 

The fair eft of her Dayu 
l. 

WHOE'ER beholds my Helen's face, 
And fays not that good hap has flies 
Who heats her fpeak, and tents her grace, 

Sail think nane ever fpake bat fhe. 
The Jhort nxmy to refound her praife, 
•She is the fair eft of her days. 
II. 
Who knows her wit, and not admires, 
He maun be deemM devoid of skill : 
Her virtues kindle ftrong defires 

In them that think upon her ftilh 
The Jbort way, &C. 

m. 

Her red is like unto the rofe 

Whafe buds are opening to the ftrn, 
Her comely colours do difclofe 

The nrft degree of ripenefs won. 
The Jhort way, &c. 

IV. 
And with the red is mixt the why re ? 

Like to the fun or fair moon Ihine 
That does upon clear waters light, 

And makes the colour feem divine. 
The Jhort nvay to re found her fraife t 

She is the fair eft of her days. 

N. B. The fix foregoing Songs I took out of a vety 
old MSS. Collection, wrote by a Gentleman in 
Aberdeen. 



Lord Henry and Katharine. 

IN ancient times, in Britain's iile, 
Lord Henry well was known, 
Nor knight in all the laud more fam\J, 
Or more de&rvM renown ; 

T m 



( 4i° ) 

His thoughts on honour always run, 

He ne'er cou'd bow to love, 
No nymph in all the land had charms 

His frozen heart to move. 
II. 
Amongft the nymphs where Katharine came^ 

The faireft face (he mows, 
She was as bright as morning fun, 

And fweeter than the rofe : 
Although fhe was of mean degree, 

She daily conquefts gains ; 
For ne'er a youth who her beheld, 

Efcap'd her powerful chains. 

III. 

But foon her eyes their luftre loft, 

Her cheek grew pale and wan, 
A pining feiz'd her lovely form, 

And cures were all in vain : 
The ficknefswas to all unknown 

That did the fair one wafte, 
Her time in fighs and floods of tears. 

And broken (lumbers pail. 
IV. 
Once in a dream fhe cry'd aloud, 

Oh Henry, I'm undone ! 
Oh cruel fate ! oh wretched maid \ 

Thy love mufl ne'er be known I 
Such is the fate of womankind, 

They mull the truth conceal, 
I'll die ten thoufand thoufand deaths^ 

Ere I my love reveal. 

V. 
A tender friend that watch'd the fair, 

To Henry hey'd away, 
My lord, fays ihe, we've found the caufe 

Of Katharine's quick decay, 
She in a dream the fecret told, 

Till now no mortal knew : 
Alas ! fhe now expiring lies, 

And dies for love of yon I 

Ths 



(-4'i ) 

VI. 

Thcgen'rous Henry's foul was touch'd, 

His heart began to flame, 
Ah, poor unhappy maid ! he cry'd, 

Yet I am not to blame. 
Ah Kattfr'-ne ! too too modeft maid, 

Thy love I never knew ; 
I'll eafe your pain : and fwift as wind 
To her bed-fide he flew. 

VII. 
Awake ! awake ! he fondly cry'd, 

Awake ! awake ! my dear ; 
If I had only guefs'd your love, 

You ne'er had fhed a tear : 
'Tis Henry calls, complain no more, 

Renew thy wonted charms ; 
I come to fave thee from defpair, 
And take thee to my arms. 
VIII. 
Thefe words revlv'd the dying fair, 

She rais'd her drooping head, 
And gazing on the long-lav' d youth, 

She ilarted from the bed, 
Around his neck her arms fne flung, 

In extafy, and, cried,, 
Will you be kind ? Will you indeed '? 
My love ! — and fo (he died. 

The Mlking-Pail. 
I.* 

YE nymphs and Silvian gods, 
That love green fields and woods* 
When fpring newly born herfelf does adorn 
With flowers and blooming buds : 
Come fingin the praife, while flocks do grass 

On yonder pleafant vale, 
Of thofe thatchofe to milk their e\vs, 
And in cold dews with clouted ftio«, ] 
To carry the milking-paiL 

T a You 



( 412 ) 

II. 

You goddefs of the morn, 

With blufhes you adorn, 
And take the frefh air, whilft linets prepare 

A con fort on each green thorn: 
The black- bird and thrufh, on every bufh, 

And the charming nightingale, 
In merry vein, their throats do ftrain, 
To entertain the jolly train 

Ofthofe of the milking-pail. 

III. 

When cold bleak winds do rore, 

And flowers will fpring no more, 
The fields that were feen fo pleafant and green 5 

With winters all candid o'er. 
See how the town lafs looks with her white face, 

And her lips fo deadly pale ? 
But it is not fo with thofe that go 
Thro' froft and inow, with cheeks that glow, 

And carry the milking-pail* 
IV. 

The mifs of courtly mold, 

Adorn'd with pearl and gold, 
With wafhes and paint her skin does fo taint, 

She's wither'd before ihe's old : 
While fhe of commode puts on a cart load, 

And with cufhions plumps her tail. 
What joys are found in rulny ground, 
Young, plump and round, nay fweet and found, 

Ofthofe of the milking-pail. 
V. 

You girls of Venus game, 

That venture health and fame, 
In praftiling feats, with cold and heats, 

Make lovers grow blind and lame : 
If men were fo wife to value the prize 

Of the wares moil fit for the fale, 
What ftore of beaux would daub their clothes. 
To lave a nofe, by following ofthofe 
Who carry the milking-pail ? 

Th$ 



( m ) 

VL 

The cduntryladts free 

From fears and jealottfie, 
Whilft upon the green he is often feen 

With his lafs upon hh knee j 
With kifles tnoft fweet lie doth her Co treat, 

And fwears (he'll never grow ikle : 
But the London lafs, in every place, 
With brazen face deipifes the grace 

Of thofe of the miiking-pail. 



Phillis defpife not. 



I. 

PHILLIS defpife not your faithful lover, 
Play not the tyrant, becaufe you are fair I 
Beauty will fade, my charming maid, 
Juft as the lilly. My beautiful Philly, 
Ceafe to prove coy, fmile on the boy, 
Grant him the blefiing he longs to enjoy. 

II. 

Crowns are but trifles, com par' d with my Philly, 
Who can behold her, and not be enflav'd ? 

Angel divine ! wert thou but mine : 
Pity my ftory, I laugh at all glory, 
Here 1 proteft on thy dear breaft, 

With thee in a cottage I'd think myfelf bleft. 



Drink while ye can, 

LET'S drink, my friends, while here we live, 
The fleeting moments as they pafs 
This filent admonition give, 

T' improve our time, and puiTi the glafs. 

T 3 When 



( 4H ) 
it. 

When once we've entred Charon's boat, 
Farewell to drinking, joys divine, 

There's not a drop to weet our throat, 
The grave's a cellar void of wine. 



Meddlers out of Sea/on. 
I. 

CO M E, lads, ne'er plague your heads 
With what is done in Spain r 
But leave to them 
Who are £upreme„ 
To fettle peace again : ■ 
Debating, prating, jumbling, grumbling* 
Pays no nation's debt j 
'Tis time muft clear it, 
Juft like claret, 
When it is on the fret. 

JI. 

Each one mould mind his own, 

Net bufinefs of the flate i 
This all we get, 
By meddling yet, 
More troubles to create, 
Oar wrangling, jangling, clam'ring, hammering. 
But diiturb the town ; 
Such men of mettle, 
In a kettle, 
Make two holes for one. 

III. 
If you the dangers knew 
Of thofe that wear a crown, 
You'd fcarce envy 
A Hate fo hi eh, 
But wifely ufe your own : 
Unfleady, giddy, bufy, dizzy,. 
With the dazling height j 

Yet 



( 4 ! 5 )< 

Yet daily (looping, 
Almoft drooping 
Underneath the weight. 

IV. 
Low fwainsthat range the plains, 
Their native freedom keep, 
Who yet command, 
With crook in hand, 
Their faithful dog and fheep : 
Their leifure, pleafure, fporting, courting, 
None but time deceive; 
Whilft Amaryllis, 
Jug and Phillis, 
FlowVy garlands weave. 



Complaint m Scorn, 
i. 

WHY will FUrei/a, when I gaze, 
i My raviuYd eyes reprove, 
And chide them from the only face 

I can behold with love ? 
To fhun your fcorn, and eafe my care, 

I feek a nymph more kind : 
And as I range from fair to fair, 
Still gentle ufage find. 

If 

But O \ how faint isev'ry joy, 

Where nature has no part ; 
New beauties may my eyes employ, 

But you engage my heart. 
So reftiefs exiles, as they roam, 

Meet pity ev'ry where ; 
Yet languifh for their native home, 

Tho' death attends them there. 



T 4 Lvut 



Love or Whm 
r. 

IF P&tf/V denies me relief, 
If fhe's angry, I'll feek it in wine ; 
Tho* /he laughs at my amorous grief, 
At my mirth why iliou'd £hc repine f. 
JtmymirfB x Sec. 

II. 

The fparkling Champaign fhall remove 

All the cares my dull grief has in ftore i 
My reafon I loft when I lov'd, 

And by drinking what can I do more I. 

Jnd by drinking, &c. 

III. 
Wou'd Philiis but pity my pain, 

Or my am'rous vows wou'd approve, 
The juice of the grape I'd difdain, 

And be drunk with nothing but love* 
dnd be drunk, &c. 



Twenty one favourite Songs, in the 
Beggar's Opera. 

song I. 

Tune, An old Woman doathed in Grey, &c. 

THROUGH all the employments of life, 
Each neighbour abufes his brother : 
Whore and rogue they call hus band and wife, 

All profeflions be-rogue one another ; 
The prieft calls the lawyer a cheat, 

The lawyer be-knaves the divine ; 
Jindthe ftatefman, becaufe he's fo great, 
Thinks his trade as houdt as mine. 

I. ,;• SONG 



( 417 ) 

SONGIE 
Tune, The hanny grey eyd morn, &c; 

*^ i'^I S woman that feduces all mankind, 

J[ By her we firft were taught the wheedling arts : 
Her very eyes can cheat, when moft me's kind, 

She tricks us of our money with our hearts : 
For her, like wolves by night, we roam for prey>. 

And pra&ife ev'ry fraud to bribe her charms ; 
For fuits of love, like law, are won by pay, 

And beauty mult be fee'd into our arms. 



SONG iir. 

Tune, Why is your faithful Jla-ve dtfdain'd? &C, 

IF love the virgin's heart invade, 
How, like a moth, the fimple maid 
Stifl plays about the flame ! 
If fopn me be not made a wife, 
Her honour's fign'd, and then for life 
She's — what I dare not name. 



SONG IV. 

Tune, Of 'all the fimple Things nve do, &c» 

A Maid is like the golden oar, 
Which hath guineas intrinfical in't, 
Whofe worth is never known, before 
It is try'd, and impreit in the mint. 

A wife's like a guinea in gold, 
Stampt with the name of her fpoufe ; 

Now here, now there ; is bought, or is fold f 
And is current in every- houfe. 

T 5. SONG 



>* 



f 0*g }: 

SONG V, 
Tune, What JhaU 1 ds t&Jhpw. ho-zv muchllo-ve her, &c;. 

VI R GIN S are like the fair flower in its luftre, 
Which in the garden enamels the ground; 
Near it the bees in play flutter and-.clufter, 
And gaudy butterflies frolick. around,. 
But when once pluck'd, 'tis no longer alluring, 
To Cogent Garden 'tis fent, (as yet fvveet, ) 
Tnere fades, and fhrinks, and grows pail all enduring,. 
Rots, ftihks,. and dies, and is trod under feet. 

SONG VI. 
Tune, Oh London is a fine Town. 

OXJr Polly is a fad flut ! nor heeds what we taught her,. 
I wonder any man alive will ever rear a daughter) 
For ihe mull have both hoods and gowns, 

And hoops to fwell her pride, 
With fcarfs and flays, and gloves and lace i. 

And ihe will have men befide ; 
And when fne's dreft with care and coil,. 

All tempting fine and gay, 
As men mould ferve a cucumber,., 
She flings herfelf away. 
Oar Polly is a fad flut, &c. 

SONG VII; 

Tune, Grim King of the Gbojls, &C 

CA N love be controul'd by advice ? 
Will Cupid 'Our mothers obey ? 
Though my heart were as frozen as ice, 

At his flame 'twould have melted away,/ 
When lie kill me fo clofely he preft, 

'Twas fo fweet that Iraull have comply'd :-. 
So I thought it both fafeft and bell, • 
To marry for fear you fhou'd chide, 

SONG 



{ 4*9 ) 

SONG VIII. 

Tune, A Soldier and a Sailor. 

A Fox may ileal your hens, fir, 
A whore your health and pence, Jag 
Your daughter rob your cheft, fir, 
Your wife may ileal your reft, fir, 

A thief your goods and plate. 
But this is all but picking, 
With reft, pence, cheft, and chicken ; 
It ever was decreed, fir, 
If lawyer's hand is fee'd, fir, 

He fteals your whole eftate. 



SONG IX. 

Tune, Over the hills and far away. 

WE R E I laid on Greenland's coaft, 
And in my arms embrac'd my lafs f 
Warm amidft eternal froft, 
Too foon the half year's nights would pajsv 
Were I fold on Indian foil, 
Soon as the burning day was clos'd, 
I could mock the fultry toil, 
When on my charmer's breaft reposed. 
And I would love you all the day. 
Every night would kifs and play. 
If with me you'd fondly ftray. 
Over the hills and far away. 

SONG X. 

Tune, O the broom, Sec. 

TH'E mifer thus a milling fees,. 
Which he's oblig'd to pay, 
With fighs refigns it by degrees, 

And fears 'tis gone for aye. 
The boy, thus, when his fparrow's flow% 

The bird in fi'ence eyes ; 
But foon as out of fight 'tis gone,. 
Whines, whimpers, fobs, and cries>* 

T6- BQK 



Y 



( 4 2 ° ) 

SONG XI. 

Tune, Cotillon. 
OUTH's the feafon made for joys, 



Love is then our duty, 
She alone who that employs, 
Well deferves her beauty. 
Let's be gay, 
While we may, 
Beauty's a flower defpis'd in decay, 

Youth's the feafon, &c. 
Lets us drink and fport to day, 

Ours is not to morrow, 
Love with youth flies fwift away, 
Age is nought but forrow. 
Dance and ling, 
Time's on the wing, 
Life never knows the return of fpring. 
Chorus. Let us drink, &'irl 



SONG XII. 
Tune, When once I lay with another Man's Wife. 

TH E gamefters and lawyers are jugglers alike, 
If the meddle, your all is in danger ; 
Like gypfies, if once they can ringer a foufe, 
Your pockets they pick, and they pilfer your houfe, 
And give your eftate to a ffcranger. 

SONG XIII. 

Tune, Courtiers, Courtiers, think it no harm, &c. 

MA N may efcape from rope or gun, 
Nay, fome have otjt-liv'd the doctor's pill 3 
Who takes a woman mull be undone, 

That bafilisk is fure to kill. 
The fly that fips treacle is loft in the fweets, 
So he that taftes woman, woman, woman, 
He that taftes woman, ruin meets. 

SONG 



( 421 ) 
SONG XIV. 

Tune, 7 he Sun had loos' d bis weary Teams, &€,. 

TH E firft time at the looking, glafs 
The mother fets her daughter,, 
The image itrikes the fmiling lafs, 

With felf-love ever after. 
Each time fhe looks, fhe, fonder grown, 

Thinks ev'ry charm grows Stronger : 
But alas, vain maid, all eyes but your own?,. 
Can fee you are not younger. 

' ' ' ■ ■■ — ■— i — tm 

SONG XV. 
Tune, How happy are ive, &c» 

WHEN you cenfure the age,. 
Be cautious and fage, 
Left the courtiers offended fhould be : 
If you mention vice or bribe, 
'Tis pat to all the tribe, 
Each cries ■ that was levell'd at me. 

SONG XVI, 

Tune, London Ladies. 

IF you at an office follicite your due, 
And would not have matters negleded ; 
You mull quicken the clerk with the perquiiice too, 

To what his duty directed. 
Or would you the frowns of a lady prevent, 

She too has this palpable failing, 
The perquifite foftens her into conient ; 
That reafon with all is prevailing. 

SONG XVII. 
Tune, PackintonV Pound. 

THUS gamefters united in friendship are found, 
Tho' they know that their induftry all is a cheat, 
They flock to their prey at the dice-box's found, 
And join {p promote one another's deceit ? Bȣ 



( 422 ) 

But if by mifhap, 

They fail of a chap, 
To keep in their hands, they each other entrap : 
Like pikes lank with hunger, who mifs of their ends, 
They bite their companions, and prey on their friends. 

SONG XVIII. 
Tune, Lillibulkro. 

THE modes of the court fo common are grown, 
That a true friend can hardly be met ; 
Friendship for intereft is but a loan, 

• Which- they let out for what they can get 

'Tis true you find, 
Some friends fo kind, 
Who will give you good counfel themfelves to defend. 
\\\ forrowful ditty, 
They pro mi fe, they pity, 
Eut fhift you for money, from friend to friend. 

SONG XIX. 

Tune, Down in the North Country, &c» 

WH A T gudgeons are we men ! 
Ev'ry woman's eafy prey, 
Though we have felt the hook, agen 

We bite and they betray. 
The bird that hath been trapt, 

When he hears his calling mate, 
To her he flies, again he's clapt 
Within the wiry grate. 

SONG XX. 
Tune, A Cohler there was, &c. 

OU R felves, like the great, to fecure a retreat, 
When matters require it, muft give up our gang : 
And good reafon why, 
Or, inftead of the fry, 
Ev'n Peachu?n and I 
Like poor petty rafcals, might hang, hang ; 
Like poor petty rafcals, might hang. SONG 



. 



( 423 ) 

SONG XXI. 

Tune, Green Sleeves. 

I N C E laws were made for ev'ry degree, 
To curb vice in others, as well as me,. 
I wonder we han't better company, 
Upon Tyburn tree ! 
But gold from law can take out the fling ; 
And if rich men like us were to fwing, 
Twould thin the land, fuch numbers to firing 
Upon Tyburn tree ! 



s 



An i>r o and his cutty Gun.. 
1. 

BLYT H, blyth, blyth was fhe,. 
Blyth was fhe butt and ben ; 
And well ihe loo'd a Hawick gill, 

And leugh to fee a tappk hem 
She took me in, and fet me down, 

And heght to keep me lawing-free % 
But, cunning carling that fhe was, 

She gart me birle my bawbie. 
IS. 
We loo'd the liquor well enough ; 

But waes my heart my cam was done,. 
Before that I had quench'd mydrowth, 

And laith I was to pawn my fhoon. 
When we had three times toom'd our floup 3 

And the nieil chappin new begun, 
In ilarted, to heeze up our hope, 

Young Andra with his cutty gun. 

in. 

The calling brought her kebbuck ben* 
With girdle-cakes well toafled brown, 

Well does the canny kiromer ken, 
They gar the feuds gae glibber down, 



We 



( 424 ) 

We ca'd the bicker aft about ; 

Till dawning we ne'er jee'd our bun? 
And ay the cleaneft drinker out 

Was Andro with, his cutty gun. 

IV. 

He did like ony mavis fmg, 

And as I in his oxter fat, 
He ca'd me ay his bonny thing,. 

And mony a fappy kiis I gat, 
I hae been eaft, I hae been weft, 

I hae been far ayont: the fun 5 
But the blytheit lad that e'er I faw, ? 

Was Andh with his cutty gun. 



Sailors Song. 

HO W happy are we, 
Now the wind is abaft; 
And the boffbn he pipes, 

Hawl both our meets aft. 
Steady, fteady, fays the mailer. 

It blows a frelh gale ; 
We'll foon reach our port, boys, 

If the wind does not fail. 
Then drink about Tom, 

Altho' the fhip roll; 
Then drink about Tom, 
, Altho' the fhip roll: 
Well fave our rich liquor, 
Wellfaw, Sec. 
. By flinging our bowl. 



A hundred Tears hence. 

r 

LET us drink and be merry,dance, joke and rejoice, 
With claret, canary, thearboe and voice ; 
The chang^abj e world to our joys is unjuft, 
And all pleafure's ended when we are in duft, 

In 



{ 4*5 > 

In mirth let us fpend our fpare hours and our pence*/ 
Far we lhall be pall it a hundred years hence. 
II. 
The butterfly courtier, that pageant of ftate, 
That moufe-trap of honour, and may-game^ of fate ; 
For all his ambition, his freaks and his tricks, 
He-muft die like a bumpkin, and fall into ilyx : 
His plot againfl death's but a flender pretence, 
Who'd take his place from him a hundred years hence f 

in. 

The beautiful bride, who with garlands is crown d* 
And kills with each glance as fhe treads on the ground - 3 
Her glittering drefs does call fuch a fplendor,. 
As if none were fit but the ftars to attend her ; 
Altho' me is pleafant, and fweet to the fenfe, 
She'll be damnable mouldy a hundred years hence. 
IV. 

The right-hearted foldier, who's a flranger to fear, 
Calls up all his fpirits when danger is near ; 
He labours and fights, great honour to gain, 
And hardily thinks it will ever remain ; 
But virtue and courage prove in vain a pretence,. 
To Hourifh his ilandard a hundred years hence. 

V. 
The merchant who- ventures his all on- the main, 
Not doubting tografp what the indies contain,. 
He buzzes and bullies like a bee in the fpring, 
Yet knows not what harvefl the autumn will bring ;-, 
Tho'fortune's great queen mould load him with pence,. 
He'l ne'er reach the market a hundred years hence. 
VI. 
The rich bawling lawyer, who, by fools wrangling, 
flrife, 
Can fpin out a fuit to the end of aiife; 
A fuit which the client does wearout in ftavery, 
Whilil the pleader makes confcience a cloak for his 

knavery ; 
Tho*hs boatls of his cunning, and brags of his fenfe,. 
He'll be non efi inventus a hundred years- hence-. 

Th& 



( 426 ) 

VII. 

The plum-coated quack, who, his fees to enlarge, 
Kills people by licence, and at their own charge ; 
He builds up fur ftru&ures with ill-gotten wealth, 
By the dregs of a pifs-pot, and ruins of health : 
By the treafures of health he pretends to difpenfe, 
He'll be turn'd into mummy a hundred years hence. 

VIII. 

The meagre-chopp 'd 'ufurer, who in hundreds gets 
twenty, 
But ftarves in his wealth, and pines in his plenty j 
Lays up for a feafon he never will fee, 
The year of one thoufand eight hundred and three ? 
He muft change all his houfes, his lands and his rents, 
For a worm-eaten coffin a hundred years henc«„ 

IX. 

The learned divine, with all his preteniions 
To knowledge fuperior, and heavenly manfions j 
Who lives by the tithe of other folks labour, 
Yet expects that his bleffing be reeeiv'd as a favour 1 
Tho' he talks of the fpirit, and bewilders our fenfe, 
Knows not what v/ill come of him a hundred years 
hence. 

X. 

The poethimfelf, who fo loftily tings, 
And fcorns any fubjecl but heroes or kings, 
A full to the capricio of fortune fubmit ; 
Which will make a fool of him in fpite of his wit. 
Thus health, wealth and beauty, wit, learning and 

fenfe 
Muft, all come to nothing a hundred years hence. 

XI. 

Why mould we turmoil then in cares and in fears, 
By converting our joys into fighs and to tears ? 
Since pleafures abound, let us ever be tailing, 
And to drive away forrow while vigour is lading ; 
We'll kifs the brisk damfels, that we may from thence 
Have brats to fucceed us a hundred years hence. 

Ilie 



.( W ) 

XII. 

The true-hearted mafon, who ads on the %are, 
And lives within compafs by rules that are fair ; 
Whilft honour and confcience approve all his deeds, 
As virtue and prudence directs he proceeds, 
With friendfhip and love, difcretion and fenfe, 
leaves a pattern for brothers a hundred years hence. 

Johky Fa a 5 the Gypfie Laddie, 
I. 

THE gypfies came to our good lord's gate, 
And wow but they fang fweetly ; 
They fang fae fweet, and fae very compleat, 
That down came the fair lady. 

II. = 

And me came tripping down the flair, 

And a* her maids before her ; 
As foon as they faw her well-far*d face, 
They coofi; the darner o'er her. 

iii, 

Gae tak frae me this gay mantile, 

And bring to me a plaidie, ,. 

For if kith and kin and a* had fvvorn, 

1*11 follow the gypfie laddie. 
IV. 
Yeilreen I lay in a well-made bed. 

And my good lord befide me ; 
This night I'll ly in a tenant's barn, 

Whatever mall betide me. 
V. 
Come to your bed, fays Johny Faa, 

Oh come to your bed, my deary ; 
For I vow and I fwear by the hilt of my fword, 

That your lord ihall nae mair come near y*. 
VI. 
Til go to bed to my Johny Faa y 

And I'll go to bed to my deary ; 
For I vow and fwear by what pail yeilreen, 

That my lord mall nae mair come near me, 

I'll 



( 4*8 > 
■vn. 

lit mak a hap to my Jobny Faa, 

And 1*11 mak a hap to my deary, 
And he's get a' the coat gaes -round, 

And my lord ihall nae mair come near me, 
VIII. 
And when our lord came hame at e'en. 

And fpeir*d for his fair lady, 
The taneme cry'd,. and the other reply'd, 

She's away with the gypfie laddie, 
IX. 
Gae faddle to me the black black Heed,. 

Gae faddle and make him ready $ 
Before that I either eat or flcep 

I'll gae feek my fair lady. 

X. 

And we were fifteen well-made men,. 

Altho' we were nae bonny ; 
And we were a' put down for ane,. 

A fair young wanton lady. 



Old Chiron, 



OL D Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Jcbilks, 
Til tell thee, young gentleman, what the fates 

will is: 
You, my boy, mult go 
( The gods will have it fo } 
To the fiege of Troy ; 
Thence never to return to Greece agakr, 
But before thofe walls to be flaia. 

K 
Let not your noble courage be caft down, 
But all the while you ly before the town, 
Drink and drive care away, drink ancTJbe merry j 
You'll ne'er go the fooner to the ftygiatf ferry. 

Botile 



( 4^9 ) 
Bottle and Friend, 



SU M up all the delights 
This world does produce, 
TJ e darling allurements 

Now chiefly in ufe, 
You'll find, ifccmpar'd, 

There's none can contend 
With the folid enjoyments * . 

Of a bottle and friend. 

It, 

For honour, for wealth, 

For beauty may wade ; 
Thefe joys often fade, 

And rarely do la 11 ; 
TheyVe fo hard to attain, 

And fo eafily loft, 
That the pleafure ne'er anfwers 

The trouble and coft. 

in. 

-None but wine and true friendihip 

Are Jailing and fure, 
From jealoufy free, 

And from envy fecure % 
Then fill all the glaffes 

Until they run o'er, 
A friend and good wine 

Are the charms we adore. 

„ C : ~L .,,„,., , .-.» MM „ -P.-- 



Dimty dunt y pittie, pattie^ 

Tune, Yellow-hair d Laddie. 
I. 

ON Whitfunday morning 
I went to the fair, 
Wy yellow hair'd Jaddie 
Was felling hi? wares 



( 43° ) 

He gied me fie a blyth blink 
With his bonny black eye, 

And a dear blink, and a fair blink 
It was unto me. 

II. 

I wift not what ail'd me 

When my laddie came in, 
The little wee ftarnies 

Flew ay frae my een ; 
And the fvveat it dropt down 

Frae my very eye-brie, 
And my heart play'd ay 

Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie, pattie. 

in. 

I wift not what ail'd me, 

When I went to my bed, 
I tofied and tumbled, 

And fleep frae me fled. 
Now its fleeping and waking 

He is ay in my eye, 
And my heart play'd ay 

Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie, pattie. 



Roger and Dolly. 

AS Dolly was milking of the cows, 
Young Roger came tripping it over the plain, 
And made unto her moll delicate bows, 
And then he went tripping it back again, 
My pretty fweet Roger, come back again, 
My pretty fweet Roger, come back again ; 
For it is your company that I do lack, 
Or elfe my poor heart will burft in twain. 
I winna come back, nor I canna come back ; 
I wonot, I cannot ; no, no, not I : 
And if his my company that you do lack, 
You may lack it until the laft day you die. 

Oh! 



(43i ) 



Oh ! do you not mind the curds and cream, 

And many a bottle of good March beer, 

When you was going along with your team ? 

And then it was Dolly my own fweet dear. 

But I winna come back, nor I canna come back, tsV. 



The Invocation. 
I. 

YE powers that o'er mankind prefrde, 
And p:ty human woes, 
My fteps to Tome retirement guide, 

That no disturbance- knows, 
Te powers, &c. 

IL 
There let my foul forget her pain, 
Heltor'd to blefsful peace again ; 
Nor e'er refign the calm retrear, 
To feel the forrows of the great, 
To feel the forrows of the great. 



The Virgins Choice. 
I. 

VIRGINS, if e'er at Jaft it prove 
My deftiny to be in love, 
Pray wifti me this good fate : 
May wit and prudence be my guide, 
And may a little decent pride 
My actions regulate. 

II. 
If e'er I an amour commence, 
May it be with a man of fenfe, 

And learned education ; 
May all his courtfhip eafy be, 
Neither too formal, nor to free, 
But wifely fliew his paffion. 



May 



( 432 ) 

in. 

May his eftate be like to mine, 
"That nothing look like a defigtt 

To bring us into forrow. 
■Grant me but this that I have faid, 
And willingly I'll live a maid 

No longer than to-morrow. 



Still he's the Ma?u 
I. 

WHAT woman cou'd do, I have try 'd to be free? 
Yet do all I can, 
I find I love him, and tho' he flies me, 

Still, Hill, he's the man. 
They tell me at once, he to twenty will fwear : 
When vows are fo fweet, who the falihood can fear t 
So, when you have faid all you can, 
Still — ■ Hill he's the man. 
II. 
1 caught him once making love to a maid, 

When to him I ran ? 
He turn'd, and he kifs'd me, then who cou'd upbrail 

So civil a man ? 
The next day ; I found to a third he was kind, 
1 rated him foundly, he fwore I was blind ; 
So let me do what lean, 

Still — Hill he's the man. 
III. 
All the world bids me beware of his -art H i 

I do what I can ; 
Ifot he has taken fuch hold of my hearty 

I doubt he's the man ! 
So fweet are his kiffes, his looks are fo kind, 
lie may have his faults, but if none I can find, 
Who can do more than they can, 
He r-r ilill is the man. 

An 



( 433 ) 
An old Catch. 

NO W God be w? old Symon, 
For he made cans to many a one, 

And a good old man was he ; 
And Jenkin was his journeyman, 
And he cou'd tipple ofYev'ry can ; 

And thus he faid to me : 
To whom drink you, Sir knave , 
Turn the timber like the lave ; 
Ho ! jolly Jeiikin, 
1 fpy a knave in drinking ; 

Come, troll the bowl to me. 

*i ■ ■» ' ■ ■ — «— — i n . i m i 

The Coblers Merits. 

Tune, Charming Sa l l r . 

OF all the trades from eaft to weft, 
The cooler's, patt contending, 
Is like in time to prove the beir, 
Which every day is mending. 
How great his praife who can amend 

The foals of all his neighbours, 
Nor is unmindful of his end, 
But to his lait he labours. 



tfbe Coblers Happinefs. 

Tune, Come let us prepart, 

I. 

E T matters of itate, 
Difquiet the great, 
The 'cobler has nought to perplex him j 
Has nought but his wife 
To ruffle his life, 
And her he can flrap, if flae vex him. 

V He* 



( 434 ) 
n. 

He's out of the pow'r 

Of Fortune, that whore, 
Since low as can be, me has thruit him 5 

From duns he's fecure, 

For being fo poor, 
There's none to be found that will trull him. 



The honourable Support. 

Tune, The milking-pail. 

I Hate the coward tribes, 
Who, by mean fneaking bribes, 

By tricks and difguife, 

By flattery and lies, 
To power and grandeur rife. 

Like heroes of old, 

Be ft ill greatly bold ; 
Let the {word your caufe fupport % 

Never learn to fawn, 

And never be drawn 

Your truth to pawn 

Among the fpawn 
Who practice the frauds of courts. 

Self, the prime Mover \ 

Tune,- Hunt the Squirrel 

TH E world is always jarring. 
This is purfuing 
T' other man's ruin ; 
Friends with friends ate warring 

In a falfe cowardly way. 
Spurr'd on by emulations, 

Tongues are engaging* 
Calumny raging, 
Murthers Reputations, 

Envy keeps up the fray. 



Thus, 



C435 ) 

Thus, with burning heat, 
Each returning hate 

Wounds and robs his friends 
In civil life ; 
Even man and wife 
Squabble for felfifh ends. 



The fpotlefs Virgin. 

Tune, My deary, if thou die. 

U R E as the new-fallen fnovv appears 
The fpotlefs virgin's fame, 
Unfully'd white her bofom hears 

As fair her form, and fame ; 
Bat when fhe's foiled, her lultre greets 

The admiring eye no more ; 

She finks to mud, defiles the ftreets, 

And {wells the common more. 



The Worth of Wine. 

Tune, Lei's be jovial. 

I. 

j*" : k M S wine that clears the understanding, > 
J[ Makes men learn'd withoutten books i 

It fits the general for commanding, 
And gives fogers fiercer looks. 

Mlfh-afa^ /a, la, la, &c. 

? Tis wine that gives a life to lovers, 

Heightens beauties of the fair -; 
Truth from falftiood it difcovers, 

Quickens joys, and conquers care. 
With a fa, la, la, la, Sec. 

III. 
Wine will fet our fouls on lire, 

Fit us for all glorious things ; 
When rais'd by Bacchus we afpire 

At flights above the reach of kings* 
With a fet la } k% la, Sec. 

U t Bring 



( 436 ) 

Bring in bonny magnums plenty, 

Be each glafs a bumper crown'd ; 
None to flinch till they be empty* 

And full fifty toafts gone round. 
With a fa, la, la, la, &c. 

* ■ ■ ' ■ ' m " ' — — — — —MM— m m i i - 1 1 ■ n i Ti n ' n'i r ■■ 

Woman compared to China. 

Tune, Pinks and Lillies* 

I. 

A Woman's ware, like china, 
Now cheap, now dear is bought i 
When whole, tho' worth a guinea, 
When brokers not worth a groat : 
When broke, &c. 

II. 
A woman at St. James's, 

With hundreds you obtain j 
JSat ftay till Iolirher fame is, 
She'll be cheap in Drury-Lant. 
She* 11 be cheap, &C. 
■*? - I. - I. i m ,, ■■■<■ ■ ,—-*■*, 

Slow Men of London. 
l. 

THERE were three lads hi our town, 
Slow men of London ; 
They courted a widow wa? bonny and brown* 
Yet they left her undone. 
II. 
They often tafted this widow's chear, 

Slow men of London j 
Yet the widow was never the near, 
For ftill they left her undone. 
III. 
They went to work without their tools, 

Slow men of Lyndon; 
The widow (he fent them away like fools, 
Becaufethey left her undone, 

f&vr 



( 437 ) 

Blow ye winds, and come down rairjy 

SJow men of London ; 
They never fhall woo this widow again 3 

Becaufe they left her undone. 



Follow your Leaders. 

To the foregoing Tune. 

TH E manners of the great affect ; 
Stint not your pleafure : 
If confcience had their genius checkt, 

How got they treafure ? 
The more in debt, run in debt the more, 

Carelefs who is undone ; 
Morals and honefty leave to the poor, 
As they do at London, 



'The Pimp and Politician Parallels. 

Tune, 'Twas within a Furlong ^Edinburgh Towb. 

IN pimps and politicians 
The genius is the fame ; 
Both raife their own conditions 

On others guilt and fhame : 
With a tongue well tipt with lies 
Each the want of parts fyipplies, 
And with a heart that's all difguif* 

Keeps his fchernes unknown. 
Seducing as the devil, 

They play the tempter's part, 
And have, when moft they're civil, 

Moll mifchief in their heart. 
Each a fecret commerce drives, 
Firfl corrupts and then connives, 
And by his neighbour's vices thrives, 

for they are all his own. 

V 3 Philander 



(438 ) 

Philander and Amoret, 

i. 

WHEN gay -Philander fell a prize 
To Amorettas conquering, eyes, 
He took his -pipe, he fought the plain, - 
Regardlefs of his growing pain ; 
And refolutely bent to wreft 
The bearded arrow from his breaft. 

Come, gentle gales, the fhepherd cry'd, 
Be Cupid and his bow defy'd j 
But, as the gales obfequious flew, 
With flow'ry fcents and fpicy dew, 
He did unknowingly repeat, 
The breath of Amoret isfweet* 

in. 

His pipe again the fhepherd try'd, 
And warb'iing nightingales reply'd , 
Their founds in rival meafures move, 
And meeting echoes charm the grove : 
His thoughts that rov*d again repeat. 
The c uolce of Amoret is facet. 
IV. 
Since every fair and lovely view 
The thoughts of Amoret renew, 
JFrom flow'ry lawn and fhady green 
To profpeel: gloomy change the Icene i. 
Sad change for him ! for fighing there* 
He thought of lovers in defpair. 

V. 
Convinc'd, the fad Philander cries, 
Now, cruel God, affert thy prize, 
For love its fatal empire gains ; 
Yet grant, in pity to my pains, 
Thefe lines the nymph may oft repeat, 
And own Philander^ lays are fweet. 



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( 439 ) 

The W i t and the Bea u. 

Tune, Bright Aurelia. 
I. 

WITH every grace young Strephon chofe 
His perfon to adorn, 
That by the beauties of his face 
In Sylvia's love he might find place, 
And wonder' d at her fcorn. 
II. 
With bows and fmiles he did his part, 

But oh ! 'twas all in vain ; 
A youth lefs fine, a youth of art, 
Had talk'd himfelf into her heart, 
And would not out again. 
'III. 
With change of Habits Strephon prefs'd, 

And urg'd her to admire ; 
His Love alone the other drefs'd, 
As verfe or profe became it belt, 
And mov'd her foft defire. 
IV. 
This found, his courtftiip Strephon ends, 

Or makes it to his glafs ; 
There in himfelf wow feeks amends, 
Convinced, that where a Wit pretends 
A Beau is but an Afs. 

The Nurjes Song. 

Tune, Yellow Stockings. 

I. 

HEY ! my kitten, a kitten, 
Hey ! my kitten, a deary ; 
Such a fvveet pett as this 
Is neither far nor neary : 
Here we go up, up, up ; 
Here we go down, down, downy ; 
Here we go backwards and forwards, 
And here we go round, round, roundy. 

U 4, Chicky, 



( 44° ) 
ii. 

Chicky, cockow, my lilly cockj 
See, fee, lie a downy ; 
Gallop a trot, trot, trot, 
And hey for Dublin towrry. 
This pig went to the market. 
Squeek moufe, moufe, moufy ; 
Shoe, (hoe, fhoe the wild colt, 
And hear thy own dol doufy. 

III. 

Where was a jewel and petty, 
Where was a fugar and fpicy ; 
Hum a baba in a cradle, 
And we'll go abroad in a tricy. 
Did-a papa torment it ? 
Did-e vex his own baby ? did-e $ 
Hum a baba in a bofie ; 
Take ous own fucky : did-e ? 

IV. 

Goodmorrow, a pudding is brok£ $ 
Slavers a thread o' cryftal. 
Now the fweet pofTet comes up ; 
Who faid my child was pifs'd all ? 
Come water my chickens, come clock. 
Xeave off, or he'll crawl you, he'll crawl you j 
•Come, gie me your hand, and I'll beat him : 
Wha was it vexed my baby ? 

V. 

Where was a laugh and a craw ? 
Where was, was, was a gigling honey? 
Goody, good child fhall be fed, 
But naughty child fhall get nony. 
Get ye gone raw-head and bloody-bones, 
Here is a child that won't fear ye. 
Come, piffy, piffy, my jewel, 
^nd ik, ik ay, my deary. 



the 



( 44i ) 

"The Magpye. 

I. 

("^OOD people, draw near, 
JT A ftory ye's hear, 
A ftory both pleafant and true ; 

Which happened of late, j 

And's not out of date ; 
I am going to tell it to you. 
II. 
It was of an old cooler, 
Who foal'd ftioes at Du&fer, 
And lov'd to drink the juice of good barley ; 
And then with his wife, 
As dear as his life, 
When drunk he lov'd for to parley. 

ill. 

This cobler, they fay, 

Being drunk on a day, 
His wife (he did murmur and chat j 

This cobler, they fay, 

Did thrafti her that day, 
And cryM, what a pox wad ye be at ? 

IV; 

He had a magpye 

That was very fly, 
And ufed for to murmur and chat 5 

Who foon got the tone, 

Before it was long, 
Of, what a pox wad ye be at ? 

v. I 

And this magpye, 

Who was fo very fly, 
He into a meeting-houfe gat J 

And as the old parfon . J "* 

Was canting his leiTon, 'I 

Cry'd, what a pox wad ye be at ? 

u 5 Tte 



C 442 } 

VI. 

The parfon, furpris'd, 

Did lift up his eyes : 
Now help us, pray, Father, in need % 

For Satan I fear 

Does vifit us here ; 
So help us, pray, Father, with fpeed.. 
VII. 

The parfon again 

Began to explain 
To thofe around him that fat 5 

But Magie indeed 

Flew over lis head, 
And cry'd, what a pox wad ye be at £ 
VIII. 

Then the parfon did skip. 

Five yards at a leap, 
From his pulpit quite down to the £oor % 

And left every faint, 

Quite ready to faint, 
leaping out of the meeting-houfe door. 
IX. ' 

Then fo me without hats, 

And fome without hoods, 
Then out of the meeting-houfe gat 5 

And Magie happ'd after, 

Which caufed much laughter, 
Crying, what a pox. wad ye be at ? c 

X. 
Then a fan&ify'd foul, 

Who thought to controul, 
Look'd Magie quite full in the face^ 

Said, Satan, how dare 

You thus to appear 
In this our fan&ify'd place ? 
IX. 

But Magie he pranc'd, 

He skip'd and he danc'd, 
And out of the meeting-houfe gat 1 



An4: 



f 443 ) 



And all the way long, 
He kept up his fong, 
Of a, what a pox wad ye be at ? 



A good Excufefor Drinking. 

UPBRAID me not, capricious fair, 
With drinking to excefs ; 
I mould not want to drown defpair, 

Were your indifference lefs. 
Love me, my dear, and you mail find 

When this excufe is gone, 
That all my blefs, when Chhe\ kind, 

Is fix'd on her alone. 
The god of wine the viftory 

To beauty yields with joy ; 
For Bacchus only drinks like me, 

When Ariadne*?, coy* 



Mqfons Song. 

Tune, Leave off your foolijb pratting* 

I. 

WE have no idle pratting, 
Of either Whig or Tory > 
But each agrees 
To live at eafe, 
And fing, or tell a ftory. 

Ch orus. 
Fill to him to the brim ; 

Let it round the table roll J 
The divine tells you, nvim 
C hears the body and theJouL 
II. 
We will be men of pleafure,, 
Defpifmg pride or party ; 

Whilit knaves and fools. 
Prefcribe us rules, 
We are fincere and hearty. 
Fill ta him, &c. U & If 



( 444 } 
ui. 

If any are fo foolilh, 

To whin for courtiers favour, 

We'll bind him o'er 

To drink no more J 

Till he has a better favour. 
Fill to him, Sec. 

IV. 
If an accepted mafon 
Should talk of high and low churchy 

We'll fet him down 

A ihallow crown, 
And underftanding no church. J 

Fill to bim 9 &c. 

V. 
The world is all in darknefs i 
About us they conjeclure ; 

But little think 

A fongand drink 
Succeeds the mafon's lecture. 
Fill to bim, &c. 

VI. 
Then, landlord, bring a hogihead,, 
And in the corner place it > 

'Till it rebound 

With hollow found 
Each mafon here {hall face it. 
Fill to bim, &c. 



The frugal Maid. 



I Am a poor maiden forfaken, 
Yet I bear a contented mind ; 
I am a poor maiden forfaken, 

Yet I'll rind another more kind : 
Por altho' I be forfaken, 

Yet this I would have you to know, 
I ne'er was fo ill provided, 
But I'd two 'r three tags to my bow. 

town 



( 445 ) 



ii. 

I own that once I lov'd him, 

But his fcorn I could never endure 5 
Nor yet to that height of perfection, 

For his flights to love him the more. 
I own he was very engaging, 

Yet this I would have you to know, 
I ne'er was fo ill provided, 

Bat I'd two'r three ifrings to my bow. 
III. 
Ye maidens who hear of my ditty, 

And are unto loving inclin'd, 
Mens minds they are fubjecl: to changing, 

And wavering like the wind j 
Each object creates a new fancy : 

Then this I would have you to do ; 
Be eafy and free, take pattern by me, 

And keep two'r three firings to your bow. 

Damon's PiBure of Celi a. 

Tune, Down the bum Davie. 

I. 

ASSIST your vot'ry, friendly nine, 
Infpire becoming lays ; 
Cauie Celias matchlefs beauty fhine, 

Till heaven and earth fhall blaze. 
She's pleafant as returning light, 

Sweet as the morning ray, 
When Phcebus quells the fhades of night, > 

And brings the chearful day. 
II. 
Her graceful forehead's wondrous fair, 

As pureft air ferene ; 
No gloomy pafhon rifing there, 

O'ercaft the peaceful fcene : 
Her fmall bright eye-brows finely bend, 

Tranfport darts from her eyes j 
The fparkling diamond they tranfcend, 

Or iters which gem the skies, A fifing 



C 446 1 

III. 

A riTmg blufh of heavenly dy 

O'er her fair cheek ftill glows ; 
Her mining locks in ringlets ly, 

Well fhap'd and iiz'd her nofe; 
Her fmiling lips are lovely red, 

Like rofes newly blown j 
Her iv'ry teeth (for moll part hid ) 

You'd wifli for ever mown. 

IV. 
Herfnowy neck and breafls like glafs* 

Or polifh'd marble fmooth, 
That nymph's in beauty far furpafs 

Who fir'd the Trojan youth ; 
Her flender waift, white arm and hand, 

Juft fy mmetry does grace : 
What's hid from thefe ( if you demand ) 

Let lively fancy trace. 

V. 

A fprightly and angelick mind 

Reigns in this comely frame, 
With decent eafe acls unconfin'd, 

Infpires the whole like flame ; 
Mine?-<va or Dianas ftate, 

With Venus foftnefs join'd, 
Proclaim her goddefs, meant by fate, 

Love's rightful queen defign'd. 

VI. 

Good gods ! what raptures fire my foul I 

How flutters my fond heart ! 
When tender glances art controul, 

And love fupprefs'd impart. 
Propitious pow v rs, make Calia mine, 

Complete my dawning blefs ; 
At monarch's pomp I'll not repine,, 

Nor grudge their happinefs. 



m 



( 447 ) 



The new Light.. 
I. 

CE LI A, now my heart hath broke- 
The bond of your ungentle yoke,. 
IMblvM the fetter of that chain 
By which I ftrove To long in vain : 
May I be flighted if I e*er 
Am caught again within your fnare, 
Am caught, &.c. 

H. 

In vain you fpread your treach'rous net^ 
In vain your wily fnares are fet ; 
The bird can now your arts efpy, 
And, arm'd with caution, from them fly : 
Some heedlefs fwain your prey may be, 
But faith youVe too well known to me>: 
But faith, &C 

Ill, 

I with contempt can now defpife 
The treach'rous follies of your eye**. 
And with contempt can fit and hear. 
You prattle nonfenfe half a year, 
And go away as little mov'd 
As you was lately when I lov'd, 
As you was, &c. 

IV. 

I wonder what the plague it was 
Made me fuch a. ftupid afs, 
To fancy fuch a noble grace 
In your language, meinand face*. 
Where now I nothing more can find: 
Than what I fee in all your kind,/ 
'than what, &c. 

V. 

Thus when tr^e droufy god of fleep,. 
Upon our wearied fancies creep, 
Some headlefs peace of image rife, 
By fancies forai'd delude our eyes-; 



But 



(44§ ) 

But Toon as e'er the god of day- 
Appears, they faint and die away, 
Appears, tbey y &C. 



The Fickle Jix'd. 
I. 

MY love was fickle once and changing, 
Nor e'er would fettle in my heart i 
From beauty Hill to beauty ranging, 
In ev'ry face I found a dart. 

II. 
'Twas firft a charming fhape enflav'd me, 

An eye then gave the fatal ftroke, 
Till by her wit Corinna fav'd me, 

And all my former fetters broke. 
III. 
But now a long and Jailing anguifh 

For Behidera I endure ; 
Hourly I figh, and hourly languifh ; 

Nor hope to find the wonted cure. 
IV. 
For here the falfe unconftant lover, 

After a thoufand beauties mown, 
Does new furprifing charms difcover, 

And finds variety in one. 



The End of the Fourth Volume. 




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EXPLANATION 



O F T H E 

SCOTS Words. 



A 



, all 

Abeit, albeit, 
Aboon, above. 



Ae, one, 
Ar7, off, 
Aften, often* 
Aik, oak, 
A in, own, 
Aith, "oath. 
Air, early. 
Ajee, afide. 
A lane, alone, 
Amaift, almoji. 
Ambry, cupboard, 
Ane, one, 
Anither, another. 
Awa, away. 
Auld, old. 
Ayont, beyond. 

B. 

BA', **//, 
Baith, ^£. 
Bane, ^«?, 



Bannocks, oat-bread, 
Baps, roll-bread. 
Bawm, £#//#. r 

Bauk, baulk. 
Bed rails, beedles. 
Beet, ft ^/^ #r repair. 
Bend, ta drink, 
Bennifon, blefftng. 
Bent, ffo open fields. 
Bewith, foinewhat In 

the mean time. 
Birks, birch. 
Bigg, build. 
Billy, brother, 
Bindging,£«v&«g, bend- 
ing* 
Blate, bajhful. 

Blaw, blow. 

Bleeze, blaze. 

Blink, glance of the eye. 

Bluter, blunder. 

Bode, predicl. 

Bod in, Jlored. 

Jtot or But, tuithout. 

Bougils 5 



EXPLANATION of 



"Bougih, founding horns, 
Bountith, a gratuity. 
Bowt, bolt. 
Brachen, a fort of broth. 
Brae, rifmg ground. 
Brankit, prim'd up. 
Braid, broad. 
Brander, a gridiron. 
Braw, finely drejl. 
Broach, a buckle. 
Brack, broken parts , or 

refufe. 
Brow, the forehead. 
Bruik, to love or enjoy, 
Bught, Jheep-fold. 
Burnift, polifhed. 
Burn, a rivulet. 
Busk, to deck. 
But and ben, be out and 

be in. 
Byer, a cow-houje* 

C. 

CA', call. 
Cadgie, chearful. 
Caff, calf. Id. chaff. 
Canna, cannot. 
Canker'd, angry. 
Canny, cautious, lucky. 
Carlings, old women. Id. 

boil'd peafe. 
Cauld, cold. 
Cauler, cool, frejh, 
Cawk, chalk. 
Clag, failing or imper- 

feclion, 



Clat, a rake. 

Claiths, cloaths. 

Clafhes, tittle tattle. 

Clock, a beetle. 

Cockernony, the hair 
bound up. 

Cod, a pillow. 

Coft, bought. 

Cogg, a wooden dijh. 

Coof, a blockhead. 

Coots, joint of the' an- 
cle. 

Courchea or Curtchea 3 
a handkerchief. 

Crack, to boafi. 

Creel, basket or ham- 
per. 

Crocks, lean jheep. 

Croft, corn4and. 

Croufe, brisk, bold. 

Crowdy-mowdy, a fort 
of gruel. 

Crummy, a Cow's 
name. 

Cunzie, coin, 

D. 

BAFFIN, folly, 
wantonnefs. 
Daft, mad, foolijh. 
Dawt, fondle, carefs, 
Dight, to wipe. 
Dinna, do not. 
Ding, beat., 
Dool, trouble, 
Dofend, frozen, cold. 
Dorty, 



the S COTS Words. 



Dorty, haughty. 
Dow, can. Id. dove, 
Downa, cannot. 
Dowf, fpiritlefs. 
Doughtna, could not. 
Dowy, weary ) lonely. . 
Drant, to fpeak flow. 
Dramock, cold gruel. 
Drap, drop. 
D wining, decaying. 
Dunting, beating. 
Dulce and tangle, fea- 

plants. 
Durk, a dagger. 

E. 

EARD, earth. 
Een, eyes, 
Eild, age. 
Eith, eafy. 
Elding, few eh 
Eem, couftn. 
Ettle, aim. 
Eydent, diligent. 

F. 

T?h\fall. 

jl Fadge, a c oar Je fort 

of roll- bread. 
Fae, foe. . 
Fand, found. 
Fangle, Newfangle, 

fond ofwhafs new. 
Farles, thin oat-cakes. 
Fafh, trouble. 
Faufe, falfe. 



Faut, fault. 

Fee, wages. 

Feirs, brothers. 

Fendy, aclive, induf- 
trious. 

Fenzie, fain. 

Ferley, ivonder. 

Fey, atteyided by a fa- 
tality. 

Flee, fly. 

Flouks, flounders. 

Flyte, to [cold. 

Fog, mofs. 

Fore, to the fore, in 
being, or laflting. 

Fouth, plenty. 

Frae, from. 

Fraifing, babling with 
a fooli/Jj wonder. 

Fou or fu', full. 



GAB, the mouth. 
Gabocks, large 

mouthfuls. 
G aberiunzie, a wallet 

that hangs on the fide 

or loin. 
Gae, gave. Id. go. 
Gane, gone. 
Gar, make or caufe. 
Gawfy, jolly, large. 
Gate, way. 
Gawn, going. 
Gawd 5< gW/V. Id. goad. 
Gawky, empty, foolijh. 
Gauntj 



EXPLANATION of 



Gawnt, to yawn. 

Geek, to flout and jeer* 

Genty , /mail and neat. 

tj'mand gif, //. 

Glaive, a /word. 

Glakit, idle and rom- 
pijh. 

Gke, joy. 

Gleed, fquinting. 

Gleen, a hollow be- 
tween hills. 

Gloyd, anoldhorfe. 

Glowr, to ft are. 

Gowk, the cuchw. Id. 
afooL 

Gowping, handful. 

Graip, to grope. Id. a 
trident fork for dung. 

Graith, accutrements. 

Grots, skinn'd oats. 

Gutcher, grand-father. 

H. 

HA% hall. 
Hae, have. 

Haf, half. 

Hagies, a boy I'd pud- 
ding made ofajheep's 
pluck, mme'd with 
fewet. 

Halucket, light-head- 
ed, whimfical. 

Hale, whole. 

Haly. holy. 

Hame, home. 



Hames and brechoms, 
wore about the neck of 
a cart-horfe. 

Hawfe, embrace. 

Heeze, to lift. 

Hecht, promifed. 

Heugh, any fteep place. 

Hodle, to waddle in 
walking. 

Hoden, coarfe cloath. 

Hows, hollows. 

Howms, vallies on ri- 
ver fides. 



JE E, to jee back and 
again, the motion of 

a balance. 
Ill-fard, ill-favoured^ of 

ugly. 
Ilka, each. 
Ilka, every. 
Ingle, fire. 
Jo, fweet-heart* 
Jouk, to bow. 
Irk, weary, or tired. 
Irie, afraid of ghofis. 
Ifhogles, Icicles. 
Ik, IJhall. 
Ither, other. 

K. 

KAIRN, or Cairn, 
heaps of monwnen*- 
taljlones. 

Kail, 



the SCOTS Words; 



ICail, coleworts. Id. broth 
Kame, comb. 
Kebuck, a cheefe. 
Keek, peep. 
Ken, know. 
Kepp, to catch. 
Kilted, tuck'd up, 
Kirn, chirn, 
Kimmer, a Jhe gojtp. 
Kirtle, upper-petticoat, 
Kurchie, handkerchief, 

L, 

LAG, to fall behind. 
Laigh, low. 
Lane, own J elf 
Laith, loth, 
Lapperd, curdled. 
Law, low. 
Lawty, ju/iicd 
Lave, the rejl, 
Lee, falloiv ground* 
Leefome, lovely, 
Leeze me, aphrafe ufed 
when one loves or is 
pleafed with a per f on. 

Leil, exacl. 

Leugh, laughed. 

Lib, to geld. 

Lilt, a tune. 

Linkan, to move quickly*. 

Loor, rather. 

Loos, loves. 

Loun, a fy wencher* 

Lout, to bow. 

Lowan, flaming. 



Lown, calm. 
Lucken, gathered id* 

gether, or clofe joined 

to one another. 
Lyartj hoary > or grey. 



M 



M. 
A I Kj a matt* 
Mair, more- 



Maift, mojl. 

Makfna, it matters not* 

Mane, moan. 

March, limits or bordef 
of grounds. 

Marrow, match. 

Maun, mujl. 

Mawking, a hare. 

MaVis, the thrujh. 

Mei kle orMuck\e,much 

Meife, move. 

Mends, revenge. 

Menfe, manners. Id. ts 
decorate. 

Menzie, a company or 
retinue. 

Milfy, a fearch for 
milk. 

Mint, attempt. 

Minny, mother. 

Mirk, dark. 

Mons-meg , a very 
large iron cannon iri 
the cajlle of Edin- 
burgh, capable of hol- 
ding two people. 

Mou, mouth, 

Moup* 



EXPLANATION of 



Moup, to eat. as want- 
ing teeth. 

Mouter, the miller's toll. 

Muck, dung. 

Mutches, linnen quoifs ; 
or hoods* 

N. 

NA% and Nae, no, 
none. 
Nane, none. 
Nees, nofe. 
Nei-ft,. next. 
Nither,^tfrt/* or pinch, 
Nowthe'r, neither. 

O. 

OE, grand-chili. 
Ony, any. 
Owrly, a cravat. 
Owfen, oxen. 
Oxter, arm-pit. 



pANTREY, a but- 

jL tery. 
Partans, crab-fijh, 
t>at ? put. 
Pawky, tunning. 
Paunches, tripe. 
Peat-pot, peat coal-pit.. 
Pibroch,rt highland tune 
Fickle, a fmall jhare. 
Pig, earthen pot. 
Pillar, Jlool of repen* 
tance. 



Pine, pain. 
Pith, Jlrength. 
Plet, to fold. Id. twi/i, 
Poortith, poverty. 
Pou, srPu, pull. 
Powfowdy, ram-head 

foup. 
Png* haggle. . 
Prive, to prove or tafle. 

R. 

RAIR, roar. 
Rafnes, rujhes. 
Red up, put in order. 
Renzie, rein. 
Rever, robber. 
Ri farts, radijhes. 
Rife, plenty. 
Riggs, ridges. 
Row, roll. 
Rowth, zvealth. 
Rude> crofs. 
Runkled, wrinkled. 
Rung, a club. 
Rufe or roofe, to praife, 

S. 
QAE,/*. 
O Saft, y^/h 

Sair, fore. 
Sawt, /7&. 
Seim, appearance. 
Sell, felfi 
Sey, /ry. 
Shan-na, /hall not. 

« Shangy- 



the SCO TS Words. 



Shangy-mouth'd or fhe- 

vil-gabit, the mouth 

much to one fide. 
Sharn, cow-dung. 
Shaw, Jhow. Id. a woo- 

dy bank. 
Shoo, a jhoe. 
Shoon, Jhoes. 
Shore, to threaten. 
Shire, thin. 
A (hire lick, a /mart 

fellow. 
Sic or Sick, fuch. 
Sican, fuch an one. 
Sin or Syne* fince* 
Sindle, feldom. 
Sinfyne,y$W? that time. 
Skair, Jhare. 
Skaith, harm, lofs. 
Skink, firongfoup. 
Sma? 9 f ma II, 
Snack, fmart* 
Snaw, Jhow. 
Sneift, to fnarl. 
Snifhing, fnuffi 
Snood, a head-band. 
Snug, convenient, neat. 
Sodden, boil'd, 
Sonfy, fortunate, jolly. 
Sowens, a kind of few- 
er' d gruel, bo'iVd like 
pafte. 
Soum, ofjheep 20. 
Spake, fpoke. 
Speer, to ask. 
Spelding, dr/d white- 



Stane, ftone. 
Starns, ftars. 
Steek, Jhut. 
Stend, Jialk haflily. 
Stirk, a young bullock. 
Stoup, a prop. 
Strae, Jlraw. 
Streek, Jiretch. 
Stenzie, tofiain. 
Swats, finall ale. 
Sweer, unwilling, lazy* 
Swither, in doubt. 
Seybows, young onions* 
Syne, then.- 



TAE, toe. 
Tald, told. 
Taiken, token. 
Tane, taken. Id. the 

one. 
Tap, top. 
Tauk, talk. 
Thae, thofe. 
Tent, notice. 
Theyfe, they fn all. 
Thole, tofujfer. 
Thowlefs, fpiritlefs* 
Thud, noifeofajlroke* 
Tine, lofe. 

Tint, lojl. 
. Titter, rather. 

Tocher, dowry. 

Tooly, fight, contend. 

Todlen, a rolling Jhort 

m- 

Touzle, 



EXPLANATION, Gfc. 



Touzle, to ruffle. 
Trig, neat. 
Trow, believe. 
Trifte, appointment. 
Twin, to part from. 



w 



w. 

AD, would. 
Wae, woe. 



Wale, to chufe the choice. 

Waen, child. 

Wallowit, faded or wi- 
thered. 

Wan, pale. Id. Won. 

Walop, gallop. 

Wame, womb, belly. 

Ware, keftow. 

War, worfe. 

Wat, know. 

Waws, walls. 

Wawk, walk. Id. wake. 

Wawkrife, not inclined 
to feep. 

Wear in, hem itt* 

Wee, little. 

Wekid, thought. 

Weirs, wars. 

Wha, who. 

Whang, a large cut. 



Whatrecks, what mat- 
ters it. 

Whilk, which. 

Whinging, whining. 

Whifht, hold your peace. 

Whilly wha, a cheat or 
bite. 

Wilks, periwinkles. 

Win, or Won, dwell, 

Winna, will not. 

Winfome, handfome. 

Wift, known. 

Witherfhins, to mo<w 
contrary. 

Woo, wooll. 

Wood, mad. 

Woody, a withy. 

Wow! wonderful! Id, 
ah ! 

Wylie, cunning. 

Wyfon, the gullet. 

Wyre, to blame. 

Unco, veryjlrange. 

y. 

YAD, a mare. 
Yefe, yejhall. 
Yern, defire. 
Yeftreen, yejlernight. 



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